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.