A terrible thing happened to me, Hannah, one day in the beautiful black Town and Country van. As my dad was driving fast, as always, up to gorgeous but bare (because of the fires) Glenwood Springs, we stopped at a gas station in Vail. Vail is about half way between Denver and Glenwood Springs.

My dad cannot drive for more than one hour straight. Glenwood Springs is a 3-hour drive so he absolutely had to stop. As we arrived at the Diamond Shamrock gas station to get gas my little sister immediately whined, "Can I get a treat, Daddy?" Every time we go somewhere that has candy she begs until my parents give in. Since she had not had a treat that day, my mom and dad agreed to let her buy one.

I really wanted one too. However, instead of whining, I just asked my mom very politely if I could get a treat. Of course she said, "Yes." As we walked into the food mart of the gas station, I hurried to the fruit punch freezer and yanked it open. I grabbed the fruit punch bottle and quickly ran to the register all in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, my sister was taking her time just looking for the perfect candy bar she wanted. Finally, she chose the dark brown Hershey's bar with no almonds. Then she walked slowly to the cash register.

My dad paid for our treats, then we hopped into the car and got back on I-70. A few miles passed and I opened my bright, red, juicy bottle of fruit punch. I took a tiny sip and then my sister asked, "Can I have a small sip?"

I said, "No!"

Then she was furious and pushed me, which spilled the red-as-an-apple fruit punch all over my clothes. The fruit punch ruined my clothes but not my vacation. I learned my lesson that whenever your little sister wants something, give it to her, or else you will suffer the consequences.