“...4...5...6...” I could hear the shout as I sprinted through the house— searching for anywhere, anything to hide in before she reached 10. I took hide-and-seek very seriously, and nothing would stop me from finding the perfect hiding spot this time in a game I so rarely won against my older sister.
My grandparents’ house was familiar to me; my family had been living there for several months while our new house was being built. Some areas were deemed “off limits” because of the dangers they posed to children. The kitchen, my grandfather’s favorite room, was one of them with its sharp knives and hot pans.
“...7...8…” I stole a quick glance around, ensuring there were no adults around