The Wide Gate

I was in 7th grade when I got invited over to my school friend D's place. This was the first time me, and J got invited. Well, the tradition at my home was that whereever I went, my sister tagged along. Being in 7th and all, I usually dint pay any attention to my sister who was 4 years younger.

So, come Sunday, my dad started his blue Bajaj scooter; put my sister in front and me in the pillion and we picked up J enroute and headed out. I was prompt in getting the address from D, except that I forgot to write it down on a piece of paper. So all I knew was the name of the street and the identification which D gave me-their house had a wide gate and no dogs. And that she stayed in the second floor. So, all my dad had to do was solve the puzzle of transporting 3 kids who had no idea where they were going, to a house with a wide gate.

So, when we finally got to the street, and my dad started going up and down the road to find the house. There was only one house with a wide gate and it did not have the second floor. At this point I should probably tell you that my friend did not have a phone in her house and the only way to contact her would be to call her neighbor and I did not like the kid in that house.