Blog Three: My fear!

My biggest fear I had when I was a little girl, was having to go to reform school. My parents threatened me whenever I was bad, that they were going to take me to see Mr. Black, and ship me off to reform school. I remember New Years Eve, and I wanted to stay up with the big kids, but I was little and needed to go to bed. But I refused, and I started crying, and my dad told me that he was going to go call Mr. Black (he called time and temp.) But that just made me cry more. My mom then got my coat, put it on me, as I struggle to rip it off, and they then carry me to the car, and buckle me in, drive around the block until they think that they have scared me enough for me gladly run to my room and go to sleep. So thank you, to my evil parents!