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Today was one of the greatest days of my life!

It was school vacation!

Although, when my mom woke me up, I had completely forgotten that it was.

Like every morning, my mom entered my bedroom and yelled, “Jake, it's time to get up!”

“Ugh,” I mumbled, pulling the covers over my head. “Mom, please just five more minutes.”

I waited for my mom to say, “Jake, you have one minute to get out of bed and brush your teeth for school.”

But this morning, she never said those words.

Instead, she said, “I thought you would have been the first one up, today.”

First one up? I thought.

I sat up quickly.

I couldn't believe I had forgotten.

It was school vacation! And we were heading to Myrtle Beach, which was my favorite place to vacation.

You could find the coolest stuff there.

Last year, I found a lobster claw.

My mom wouldn't let me take it home because the lobster claw was broken and cracked. She said it was unsafe to play with, or even to keep as a souvenir.

My mom thought everything was unsafe.

Once we were in Kentucky at my grandfather's farm and I found a cow bone.

My grandfather said I could keep it.

I was so excited!

When I showed it to my mom and told her Daddy J (that's what we call my grandfather) said I could keep it, her eyes got really big and I could hear this grinding sound coming from inside her mouth.

I could tell she wasn't happy.

Within seconds, she began searching the Internet.

My mom searched for things like “does a cow bone have diseases” and “can someone die from keeping a cow bone” and “what are the dangers of a kid touching a cow bone.”

Before I could take it home, I had to promise up and down that I would not play with it.

I promised.

All I wanted to do was show it to my friends. They'd think it was cool and that I had cool stuff.

When we got home, my mom said, “Jake, before I let you have this bone, it needs to be sanitized.”

“Uh—okay,” I responded, unsure what she was going to do next.

Well…first she boiled the cow bone in water for over three hours. Then she sprayed it with stuff she sprays our wounds with. And finally she boiled it again. But this time she boiled it in rubbing alcohol. When she was done, the bone smelled awful and was yellow and brown.

I was so bummed!

I showed it to a couple of my friends.

But the smell was so bad we had to block our nose if we got within ten feet of it. So my friends and I just stood and stared at it.

After about five minutes, I blurted out, “This bone isn't a cow bone. It's a thingamajig that alien's use to spray a poisonous gas right into your eyes and then transform you into one of them—a green, warty alien creature.”

My friends screamed and ran as fast as they could behind some bushes.

I ran, too.

We watched it for about ten minutes, waiting for something to happen.

But the cow bone never moved.

And no alien creature appeared to take it away.

It just lay there on the ground, smelling something fierce.

Then one of my friends decided that we needed to destroy it, so it didn't destroy the world. He came up with the idea that the sewer was the portal to defeat all aliens and alien weapons.

We ended up throwing it in the sewer drain and that's where it still is.

That was fun!

And now I was ready for more fun!

“I'm on school vacation!” I shouted, leaping out of my bed and dashing into the bathroom.

My mom chuckled and said, “Don't forget to brush your teeth.”

Then she headed out of my bedroom.

It took me less than a second to brush my teeth.

I really wasn't worried if my breath stunk because yesterday I discovered this mint flavored gum that my parents chew that makes your breath smell fantastic.

If my breath stunk, I planned on asking them for a piece.

With my toothbrush and toothpaste in hand, I hurried out of the bathroom and tossed them into my duffle bag. Then I walked over to my bed, knelt down, and pulled out my leather adventure hat and my book about the ocean.

Now I was ready!

I bolted out of my bedroom, sprinted down the stairs, and slid into the kitchen. As soon as I entered, my mom, my twin brother Josh, and my twin sister Madison turned their heads and just stared at me.

Boy was I uncomfortable.

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “What?”

At first, I thought I did something wrong. But then Josh and Madison started to laugh hysterically.

They always laughed over stupid stuff. Even things that weren't funny.

Yesterday, they laughed when I stepped in dog poop.

It was really gross and not funny.

But they kept laughing as I tried everything to get it off the bottom of my sneaker.

I tried scraping it off by sliding my foot back and forth on the grass.

That just smeared it everywhere.

Then I tried using a stick to scrape it out.

That didn't work too well, either.

Poop ended up flinging from the stick high into the air and landing in random places.

My sister and brother didn't even try to help me. Instead, they hid behind a tree, laughing as they watched me struggle to clean the bottom of my shoe.

As I said, they thought everything was funny, even when it wasn't.

“What?” I said louder.

“Jake, you forgot to put your clothes on,” my mom said.

I looked down at my arms and then my legs.

Yikes! I'm in my underwear.

I was so embarrassed.

My face even turned bright red.

Then I started to laugh, too.

I laughed all the way back upstairs anxious to get dressed, so I could start my next adventure.