After trying on almost too many backpacks I came up with a writing piece of how I spent most of my day.
“Come on Anika, the store opens in thirty minutes,” I hear my mom call.
“Okay, I’m coming,” I assure her. After sitting down on the scorching hot seat, I think otherwise. But my mom was already backing out of the drive way, so I had no choice.
Ten minutes later, we’re pulling up in front of REI. Without hesitation, I slip out of the car, and sprint to the front doors. In one motion, I pull open the front doors – or I imagine to at least. In reality, I just keep pulling, and pulling until I finally surrender and ask my mom, “What time is it?”
“10:45,” she replies. I groan, and wait in the 104 degree heat for fifteen more minutes. At 11:00 I push open the double doors I am overcome by relief. Cool air conditioning blows into my face, and I stroll right up to the air vent and stick my face in front of it.
A minute or two pass, and a kind man brings my mom and I to the back packs.
After trying on, looking through, and weighing down what seemed like a hundred back packs I finally decided on a big teal one. I ran it up and down the stairs, fit it to my back, and finally put it down. My back aching like crazy, I non regretfully put the backpack back in the cart. With an assortment of toiletry kits, money pouches, and other trinkets laying alongside my back pack, I leave the store, not planing to come back any time soon.
