Peanut Butter Jelly Time!!

You know back in the day when you were just a little kid lovin' the outdoors?
Well that was me. Always wanting to go outside and kick it with my friends. Peanut butter sandwiches and capri-sun big pouches always made my afternoon. Except for this one dreadful day that I was betrayed by that beloved peanut butter sandwich. It all started one day when I was around 6-7 yrs old. I thought I was extra hungry so I decided to make an extra peanut butter sandwhich to eat. When I was just about ready to start chewin' on my second sandwhich I noticed it was getting dark out and that would mean I wouldn't be able to go play outside. I attempted to quickly devour the sandwhich but my stomach just wouldn't budge. So i though ditch the sandwhich and go play. As I was headed to the door my dad noticed me and asked where i was going. I replied,"to go play at the big park." He was just about to let me go until he glanced over to the table and saw the uneaten sandwhich. He then told me that i couldn't play outside until i finished my sandwich. I tried and tried to finish it quickly but the darn sandwhich kept sticking to the roof of my mouth. Ages later, i finally finished my sandwhich, but there's another problem, it was already getting dark, and that means i couldn't go outside. I was so fustrated that the sandwhich took so long to eat. And that my friends is the reason why I dislike peanut butter.