Week 26: Eureka!

This one time, when it was probably the summer of my 6th grade year, so I was going into 7th grade, I went to California with my fam. Along the way we stopped at the salt flats by Salt Lake City and that was pretty rad. I'm pretty sure we went to Eureka before we went to San Francisco, anyways we stayed at a KOA campground and we rented banana bikes. At this campground, it was fenced in with a wooden fence, there was a long drive way to enter into the campground that also had the wooden fencing. There was a compound at the end of private property that was connected to the campground via the entrance of the driveway. Having almost free roam of the campground I, not knowing that I was leaving the campground, went down the driveway. I turned into the private property and drove to the end, in this compound there was a sort of a cul-de-sac with houses and trailers. I noticed at the end that this was not the campground, so I turned around and pedaled as fast as I could to get back to the campground. But, awaiting at the final house was a mean lady with her son, I'm assuming, standing by her leg in a diaper or underwear, I don't recall which. Anyhow, she yelled at me and the rest of that day was terrible. I rode my bike back to our little cabin and went and laid on my bed and cried. In retrospect I wish I would have scorched her. Also, whenever anyone comments on my skinny jeans for example "Are you wearing your girlfriend's jeans?" I wish I had a comeback that would rek them.