Let's take it back to 2010. I was teenager left home alone while the rest of my family was at my sister's cross country event.

I was minding my own business, hanging out in the living room, waiting for a pizza to finish cooking in the oven, when I heard horse hooves hitting the tar on the road. That isn't anything new in Long Prairie, there is a huge Amish community in the area, but not on the side of town I lived on. Then I heard the sound of buggy wheels on gravel and the only gravel around was my drive way! The Amish had turned into my driveway and were coming towards the house!

I panicked, even though I had no reason to. I sprinted around the house, locking all the doors and turning off the lights. Once it was all locked up I decided to hide behind the couch. No idea why I thought the couch would protect me from any kind of intruder, it was right in the middle of our living room.

Once the buggy made it's way further down the path it realized that it was in fact someone's driveway and not a road. The driver turned it around on the lawn went on his merry way. I thought I was going to be abducted and forced to do manual labor on a farm.

My parents came home a few hours later and I told them the story of what happened.  The worst part is that they didn't believe me until the next morning when it was light enough to see buggy wheel tracks across the yard.

Thanks to Facebook Memories and my teenage mindset of having to post everything online, I get reminded of this story every year.

Thanks Facebook for reminding me that I was a huge chicken
Thanks Facebook for reminding me that I was a huge chicken
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