We fished all morning, then decided to take a break

And went back inside where we didn't feel like we were being baked

We decided to make the usual mac n cheese for lunch

My two brothers, their three friends, and I munched

We'd probably watch movies for the rest of the day

Or go upstairs with the giant bean bags, we'd play

But when we finished our meals our parents came in

And told us not going outside on this gorgeous day was a sin

So we came up with a plan to try to have some fun

While being outside in the exhausting, humid sun

We got all of our paint guns, goggles, and gloves

And went into the woods and tried to look above

In search of something we could hit just for the heck of it

So we started shooting trees and branches, it was stupid I'll admit  

But we were having such fun shooting and joking around

Until one of our neighbors I guess heard the sounds

Perhaps they thought the paint guns were real guns

Because the next thing we knew, the police were there sayin “Sons…”

At just eight years old, I thought we were all going to jail

The police officer was talking to me and I turned completely pale

But it turned out to be a warning-- don't go behind our neighbors' yards

My parents were so angry but I was relieved not to be behind bars

We were put to do chores for the rest of the time

Apparently shooting the stop sign was a crime?

So we were forced to wipe all the splattered paint off

Until it was clean, then I turned to my brother, under my breath I coughed

“They still don't know about the rocks…” And I smirked.