Monologue Draft

When I was five years old, I used to always wake up at five a.m. and wake up everybody in my house. One day, my dad decided that he was going to take me to the local YMCA. As a little youngster then, I thought that it was a great idea. Little did I know that I would hate going there soon enough. So we show up at the YMCA and go onto the basketball courts. My dad says for me to jog one lap around the gym to warm up. So I did. When I came back, he told me to go stand on the baseline. I did what I was told. He then explained that I should run to the free throw line, back to the baseline, all the way to the half court line, back to the baseline, all the way to the other free throw line, back to the baseline and finally, go from baseline to baseline. I thought, wow this is going to be fun. He told me to start so I did. I ran back and forth as fast as I could go. After that, my dad kept telling me to keep running. I must have did a solid twenty sprints. I was so tired at the end that I collapsed on the ground. My dad came up to me and asked," why do you look so tired, just alittle while ago you were bouncing off the walls at home?!" I ended up having to go to the YMCA a few more times after that because I hadn't learned my lesson yet to be quiet when I woke up, but after three weeks of sprinting in the morning, I learned my lesson.