You’ve Arrived at Panic Station
Now you know my world. It’s time to talk about me.
It was no secret that Erica and Kimmo liked each other, for the most part.
“Your cooking tastes like rotten yeti meat!”
Their courtship was long and full of guitars.
This is where I came into the picture. And when you hear the story of my birth, and what happened after, you’ll understand.
When Erica first went into labor, Kimmo got more excited than he had in his whole life.
But then his phone rang. And he answered it.
It completely distracted him. He grabbed a book, and went to sit down and read it. This was the first time he knew he had a problem.
Erica was so glad when the birth was finally over. She handed me to Kimmo so she could start making silly faces again. And there I was, in my kinda sparse nursery.
But don’t think that nobody cared about me. When I was one year old, Kimmo invited some of his work friends over for a party. They put a little criminal mask on my face.
It was just a joke. They all laughed.
But I was never the same after that. I began to dream about crime and adventure.
Then IT happened. Erica was visiting the Sekemondo house. She found Sam on the roof. He was a teen now. He certainly didn’t need his baby items anymore.
“This is just PERFECT for Dani’s room.”
“Oh Sam, how horrible!”
So there I was, in my room full of stolen goods. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t affect me.
My thoughts about crime and escape became more and more persistent. I confessed everything to my teddybear Percy.
“Ga ga da do ggg.”
It went downhill from there. Kimmo quit his job. “I’ll make money by painting and writing,” he said.
They read at the table.
They read at the park.
They read us out of house and home.
Soon there wasn’t enough money to pay the bills. The repo man showed up.
Kimmo knew he had a problem. But he couldn’t give up his reading.
I was desperate to get out of this house. So what if I had nice things on my walls. No one even bothered to potty train me!
Then I got my chance. Someone left the door open.
I started crawling as fast as I could, desperate to get away.
I made it to the edge of the house. I started to round the corner. Is this it? Freedom?
Busted. That’s as far as I got. Next time I’ll have a plan though. Next time.But I’m not helpless like that anymore. Today I celebrated my birthday. Here I am world. My name is Dani Spirro, and I am eight years old. Finally, I have freedom.