Freaky Friday

As you all saw in the random 25 things about me post, I tried to break the world record for somersaults. Do I even know what it is? No. I just figured it would be fun to see how long I could go. I wasn't going through out my house either, I was in the TV room going round and round, my dad started getting annoyed after he realized that we now have a permanent ring in our carpet. I started it on a Sunday after early morning church. At first my family would make comments of how I was going to be sick, how I probably should be careful that my foot doesn't go through the fireplace glass, and how annoying I was being but after six hours they continued on with their business. I started smelling smoke from the friction but did I care? No, because I was on number 657,485 and I wasn't stopping. The doorbell rang and my mom looked at me with pleading eyes like she always did when someone came to the door. It was the "children could you please act like nice normal kids for just five minutes? And then after I promise you can continue terrorizing one another with that giant fork." I didn't stop. It ended up being my Gma and Gpa D anyway and those two were very aware of our always having to do stupid things. Gma D stepped into the TV room and I ran over her foot mid-sault and she jump back clutching her chest and saying a cuss word. She told me to stop doing kill overs because eventually it would take a toll on my neurological system. She had no idea. It was dinner time and they began trying to sway me away from rolling to eat but I wasn't stopping. So a broken entertainment center door, a kick to Mitchell's face and a foot through the fireplace glass later I was finished. But all those things didn't stop me, it was the fact that now all I could see was black and the only senses I was relying on were sound and when all of the sudden I was hearing the strange crunch of a tarp underneath me, I stopped and waited for my sight to return. In the mean time my mom had dragged me out to the backyard by tarp to roll.