“I'm BORED” I yelled at my mum, my pudgy five year old face turning red. My mum turned to me, looking like she was trying to kill me with her glare. Then she flourished her bony hand, turned around and continued on with her call like nothing happened.
My tiny brain could not process this so I turned away and fled outside, my body numb with rage.
I grabbed my mum's car keys, as I loved to play with them when I was angry. Then I realised I could hide in mum's car. I clambered inside, sat down, then BANG!