I’ve often heard that writing a children’s story is one of the hardest things to do. So I thought I might try my hand at it. I’ll admit that there is a bit of truth to this story. Though some of the details have been changed.
Tim couldn’t wait for the weekend. Saturday was his 8th birthday and his parents had promised him something special. His mother and father had asked him what he wanted to do for his birthday?
Did he want a party with all the kids at school? No.
Did he want the newest video game, the one his friend George couldn’t stop talking about? No.
Did he want a new bike to ride around town on, the one his father had pointed out the last time they had been at the mall? No
What Tim wanted more than anything else was to see the Dinosaurs at the museum. Tim didn’t like to go much of anywhere but he had read about the exhibit a few weeks ago and the thought of all of those dinosaurs in one place thrilled him to no end. There would be a Pterodactyl, a life size model of an Oviraptor, and all kinds of things from the Cambrian explosion. Those thing were cool but the thing Tim really wanted to see was the T-Rex.
Tim could tell you practically anything you would ever want to know about the T-Rex. He could tell you that their name means “Tyrant Lizard.” He could quote their top speed, 20 miles per hour. It was nothing for people to get into a conversation with Tim about whether or not the T-Rex had feathers, it didn’t. His favorite facts dealt with how even though the T-Rex was big and mean looking it was actually a very good parent, maybe almost as good as his own mommy. So it goes without saying that this exhibit was a must see for the young boy.
Saturday morning arrived and Tim got up, he walked downstairs thinking about the T-Rex he would soon be seeing. Tim knew that his father had told him they would be leaving at 8:30am on the dot but that didn’t stop him from being extra excited. Looking at the clock in the living room he saw that it was only 7am. So much time to wait before they left that Tim almost thought he wasn’t going to be able to take it.
He grabbed his favorite bowl from the cabinet and poured himself a bowl of cereal. His mother had marked a line on this bowl to let Tim know exactly how much milk he needed for his bowl, so after adding the milk, Tim sat down and started munching. Soon his father walked into the room and patted Tim on the head, he hated when his Dad did that but his mother had told him it was his Dad’s way of letting him know he loved him, so Tim had decided to let his Dad get away with it from time to time. This morning he barely felt it because the only thing on Tim’s mind was dinosaurs.
“Hey, Goodmorning Timmy,” his dad said, “did you sleep well?”
“Uh huh” was all Tim could say between bites.
Tim’s mother soon walked into the room. “Who is ready for dinosaurs?” She asked.
“Me!” Timmy yelled nearly spitting half a bite of cereal all over the table causing Tim’s mother and father to laugh hysterically. Tim didn’t quite realize why this was so funny but he didn’t care. Today was going to be awesome!
“Honey?” Tim’s father said in a strange way. “Have you seen my keys?”
“Did you check your pants from yesterday?” Tim’s mother responded.
“Yeah, they weren’t there. I was sure I left them in the key cup yesterday but they aren’t there either.”
Tim hadn’t heard this but he did go on red alert when his father said, “If I don’t find them quick we may be late to the museum.”
“LATE!” Tim yelled. Tim hated being late to anything. He believed that if you said you were going to do something at a certain time, you better do it at that time.
“I’m sure the keys will turn up soon. Try not to worry, Tim” His mother tried to reassure him.
Tim was worried though. He remembered a few years back when the keys had gotten lost the last time. It had taken nearly 3 hours to locate them. If it took that long, then they were definitely going to be late. He looked at the clock, 7:30, only one hour before they were supposed to leave. Tim decided that his parents were going to need some help.
See, Tim had super powers. Most of the people around him didn’t know this but he had been born equipped with certain skills. Some of the people that Tim knew didn’t think he had super powers and instead thought he was just weird. Maggie, the mean girl at school had called him weird and he hadn’t liked it, but his mother had assured him that one day his super powers would lead him to do great things.
He ran upstairs and put on his cape. Why? A super hero has to have a cape. He then looked at the checklist on the wall that his mother had made him after Maggie had been mean to him. It said:
Tim’s Super Powers
1.) Super Hearing
2.) Super Sight
3.) Super Touch
4.) Super Memory
5.) Super Sweet
Tim didn’t think the last one should be on there, it was such a mom thing to write, but he accepted it because his father had told him that this was one of the ways his mother showed him she loved him.
He looked at the list and thought to himself. I won’t need the first 3 on that list for this heroic feat but number 4 on the list was just what he needed. He sat and thought about all the places his father had been when he got home. Quickly he began searching the house.
His dad had gotten home at his usual time and had put some stuff down on the table. The keys though, were not there.
He then had sat down in his chair and watched the news. Tim didn’t like the idea of putting his hands into the seat where his dad farted all the time, but dire times call for dire measures. He checked every nook and cranny. Not there…
His dad had then gone out to the garage where he goes to swear and hit the car with his hammer. Mom said he did other stuff but it was loud and Tim never went in there so he wasn’t sure that she was right. No keys were there.
The same thing was said for the backyard where his father had mowed the lawn, The fridge where his father had gotten a soda, and he even looked in the planter that his father killed plants. Really his father had tried to grow many thing but every time he either watered them too much or too little. Anyway no keys were in the planter.
Tim was beginning to get really worried. When he got worried his mind would start to get stormy. That’s how he explained it. Everything would get real bright, the sounds would get really loud and he would feel his body begin to get really hard. Sometimes his mother said he looked like a stick. That made Tim laugh and would help calm him down but at the moment nothing was going to calm him down.
Then something clicked and Tim ran upstairs. He slammed through his parents door causing his father to yell, “No running in the house!” His mom was putting on make-up. She called it putting on her face, which Tim found very strange since she already had a face to begin with.
“What’s the matter, Tim?” She said.
He didn’t stop to give an answer, he ran past her into his parents bathroom. Tim let out an excited shriek. His mother ran into the bathroom hoping everything was ok and his fathers footsteps could be heard running up the stairs.
“What’s wrong, Honey?” His mother said.
“KEYS!” Tim yelled, holding them up in his hands.
Tim had remembered that his mother often times referred to the master bathroom as his father’s favorite place. Tim didn’t understand this but his mother would always laugh when she said this. All Tim knew was his dad would go in there with a book sometimes and not come back for what seemed like hours. There, beside the toilet, he had found the keys.
“They must have fallen out of my pocket yesterday.” His father said as he entered the room.
“Our little hero.” Tim’s mother said.
They went back downstairs and Tim looked at the clock, 8:25am. He had saved the day. Soon they were in the car and on their way to the museum. He saw the Pterodactyl, the Oviraptor, all of the things from the Cambrian explosion, and best yet. His parents let him spend extra long looking at the T-Rex exhibit. He sat in wonder looking at all of the things they had there. Someone walked past and said, “I thought they had feathers.” Usually Tim would correct them but this time he was just too enthralled by the exhibit.
On the way home, Tim fell asleep. He woke up right as they got home. His mother let him pick the TV show they watched that night, and he got to pick what they ate for dinner. They finished out the day with cake and ice cream.
Tim’s mom tucked him in. She kissed him on the forehead and told him good night. “I always told you that you had super powers. You’re our families super hero.” Tim went to sleep that night and dreamed about dinosaurs. He rode a T-Rex around while wearing his super hero cape. Today had been awesome, but this dream made it even better.