Hello, Readers!
So we had a bit of excitement this morning at the office. Evidently, someone robbed the hotel nearby and the police were looking for the suspect. As a result, our whole building was on lockdown for a.bit while the police conducted their search. We could hear the helicopter overhead as the monitored the area.
As this was happening, I was reminded of a similar incident that occurred when I was fairly young.
I was about 8 or 9 years old and I was staying at my grandparent's place, which was set on a half acre of land in Madison. I was playing outside by the dry creek on a sunny day, when suddenly, I heard the beating sound of helicopter blades, slicing through the air. I immediately left the creek bed and peeked through the trees and saw this helicopter flying low. I gazed at this spectacle with eyes wide as saucers and my mind as was crying out "WOOOWWWW! ", as it hovered over the house.
I ran from the trees, and waved a big hello to it, smiling the whole time almost thinking that somehow, as if with my waving, I could get to come down closer to me and give me ride in it! "Imagine how my friends would react when they learned that I got to ride in a helicopter!" , I thought to myself.
A few minutes later, 2 policemen arrived at my grandparent's door and they asked them some questions. I was still outside at the time, but as soon as I saw them, I said "Uh oh! time to hide!"
Soon after, my grandmother came and found me and she was laughing. She told me that I had waved at a police helicopter and they thought that I was the suspect they were seeking! The last bit of advice they gave was for me to change my shirt because it resembled the one worn by the suspect.
I never found out if they ever caught the suspect, but I was certainly glad that it was not me!
Moral? Be careful about the helicopters you wave at!
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