I was bored. It was winter and I did not want to go outside. My mom suggested into the attic get some boxes of old photos or something like that. So I went up in the attic and the first thing I did was wipe the dust off some of our ” memory boxes.”
Then out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. I went over to the thing. It turned out to be my dog! How did he get up there? I got back downstairs and showed my mom what I had found. I was still bored though.