Growing up, my bedroom was the only room that faced the front of the street. When I was about 13, I woke up to my dad calmly but firmly telling me to get up, go to the bathroom, and shut the door. I was annoyed because I was half asleep, but I listened. Apparently I was more tired than I realized, because I fell asleep again on the bathroom floor. When I woke up....(200 words)