Sirens
I grew up in a small town so I guess my fear of hearing a police, ambulance or fire siren is based on something real.
Back then there was a good chance that I'd know who was on the receiving end of that emergency call.
Now, living in a bigger town, there are more sirens.
But they still scare me.
Most of the time I hear it, and I do an inventory of who is or isn't home.
I know, I know...
...a tad irrational, but every parent in the world knows that fear.
If the emergency vehicle is on your road though, it's even worse.
My boy, Sam, is the anti-Clifford!
I go to bed at the same time each night. I wake up real early every day. Some nights I sleep better than others, but I'm highly routine.
Sam?
He sleeps when he's tired. No matter what time it is and that makes a mess of things some nights.
Well, Thursday morning at just a little after five, I was startled awake by a red, flashing light. My window was open so I heard the crackle of a radio.
"There's a light on in a garage," a voice said.
"COPS!"
Right outside my bedroom window. Looking into my back yard.
I got out of bed quickly and hustled down the stairs. I opened the door to Sam's room.
His bed was empty!!!
My heart leaped to my throat.
"What's up?" Sam said as I looked for the cop car.
"Where were you?" I asked.
"Hot tub," he said. "I fell asleep way early, woke up around midnight...been up since."
Well, the cops are here.
"Why?" He asked.
"I have no idea!"
I looked out the window...there wasn't a cop car to be found. I looked up and down the street.
Nothing!!
Time to get up anyway.
I clicked on Twitter and immediately saw a story.
"Suspect apprehended in southtowns minutes ago," the headline read.
Evidently there had been a epic car chase after the Guns N Roses concert. The driver had escaped on foot. There had been a long hunt for the guy.
"You gotta' get into a routine!" I said to my confused son.
"I didn't do anything," he said.
I couldn't fathom how to tell him about my fear of sirens.
"Go to bed," I said.
He obliged.
Better!
Safe there.
Back then there was a good chance that I'd know who was on the receiving end of that emergency call.
Now, living in a bigger town, there are more sirens.
But they still scare me.
Most of the time I hear it, and I do an inventory of who is or isn't home.
I know, I know...
...a tad irrational, but every parent in the world knows that fear.
If the emergency vehicle is on your road though, it's even worse.
My boy, Sam, is the anti-Clifford!
I go to bed at the same time each night. I wake up real early every day. Some nights I sleep better than others, but I'm highly routine.
Sam?
He sleeps when he's tired. No matter what time it is and that makes a mess of things some nights.
Well, Thursday morning at just a little after five, I was startled awake by a red, flashing light. My window was open so I heard the crackle of a radio.
"There's a light on in a garage," a voice said.
"COPS!"
Right outside my bedroom window. Looking into my back yard.
I got out of bed quickly and hustled down the stairs. I opened the door to Sam's room.
His bed was empty!!!
My heart leaped to my throat.
"What's up?" Sam said as I looked for the cop car.
"Where were you?" I asked.
"Hot tub," he said. "I fell asleep way early, woke up around midnight...been up since."
Well, the cops are here.
"Why?" He asked.
"I have no idea!"
I looked out the window...there wasn't a cop car to be found. I looked up and down the street.
Nothing!!
Time to get up anyway.
I clicked on Twitter and immediately saw a story.
"Suspect apprehended in southtowns minutes ago," the headline read.
Evidently there had been a epic car chase after the Guns N Roses concert. The driver had escaped on foot. There had been a long hunt for the guy.
"You gotta' get into a routine!" I said to my confused son.
"I didn't do anything," he said.
I couldn't fathom how to tell him about my fear of sirens.
"Go to bed," I said.
He obliged.
Better!
Safe there.
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