Vt writers day kindness.

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 09:20

I stepped on the front of the cart. My mom drove the cart to the milk isle. As my mom stopped a another isle I hopped on the side of the cart and I felt the cart start to tip over. The cart fell on my. My mom turned around and gasped. An old man came running up and lifted the cart off of me. My mom picked me up and put the milk in the cart. “That’s it no more riding on the side of carts,” My mom said shaking her head. The old man smiled and walked away. I waved. My mom smiled at him too, I remember thinking she was grateful that the cart did not hurt me. I sat in the cart the rest of the time we were at the store. I knew that was the last time I ever did that again.