Puzzles...

Have you ever just been so bored that staring at the wall is more interesting than doing nothing? I have, and I find that the perfect remedy for this issue is to build a puzzle. I don't know why but I have always loved puzzles. It doesn't even matter what kind of puzzle: Sudoku, a word search, or just a regular puzzle. I have been building a few puzzles lately. I didn't realize how much I missed building them until I started building them again. My twin and I started building one just because we wanted to, it was a light house. One thousand pieces…. that is a big puzzle. About a few hours later, we gave up. We couldn't even manage to put the border together! So then we put the lighthouse one away, and started on a puzzle full of jars. Jars filled with carrots, chopped carrots, purple onions, and asparagus. On top of the jars were things like tomatoes, yellow peppers, and orange peppers. These jars sat on shelves, and on the shelves there was even more vegetables! There was lettuce, and artichokes, and even more that I can't remember! It was such a fun puzzle. There was one night that we had stayed up late working on it then my parents came down stairs and sat at the table and talked. Eventually they started working on it with us. We didn't end up going to bed until we had finished the puzzle. It was so much fun.

About a day later I decided to build another puzzle. This one was completely different than the other two. This one was in a candy shop. There was a boy sitting at a stool, it looked like he was running away. But I think he failed, because there was a police man sitting next to him. In the shop there was also a lady getting some sort of smoothie. I did that one all by myself. I spent a few days on it and when I had finally gotten all the pieces in I discovered that six were missing. It was impossible that I lost them myself because I kept the pieces in the box and when I was looking for a piece, or putting one in, I grabbed it out of the box. So when I discovered these missing pieces (since I knew I didn't lose them) I thought my mom had taken them. It made sense because earlier when I was working on it she asked me when I thought that I would complete the puzzle. I said that I had no clue, but probably soon. It only made sense that she took them! I would later find out otherwise. It was a school night and I had to go to bed, but when I woke up in the morning I was in for a surprise. All the pieces were in the puzzle; including the missing ones! So before I left for school I went upstairs to say good bye to my mom like I do every school morning. She then told me that it was Bill (my step dad) that took them. This also made sense. He loves hiding things from us without our knowledge. It was another fun filled night of puzzles; and it is something I will never forget. :)