Personal Narrative: Tug's Daycare And Preschool

I headed into Tug’s Daycare and Preschool one bright sunny day with a smile on my face, I was very excited for the day ahead of me. I had brought my set-up fashion show building, which was mainly red and blue colored; you had to hook rods together and colorful tarps draped over them that said “Fashion Show” across them, and a whole bunch of spunky clothes to play with. Once I carried it into the schoolager’s room, schoolager’s is a Tug’s term for anyone above the age of five that goes to the daycare, with my set-up I had kids already ready to use it. All of the kids in the room helped set it up together and we got ready to have a fashion show.
Kennedy and Brooklyn Dusheck and I picked out outfits first. Once we had chosen the perfect outfit to walk down the runway in we would walk
As im walking down the runway I do not realize my “dress” is starting to slip off slowly. When I suddenly start to feel a slight breeze I realize that my dress is falling off. I start to sprint to the bathroom, trying to hold my dress up and my eyes burning with tears of embarrassment. I just collapse on the bathroom floor and sit there in my messed up outfit and my wet tears. I am sobbing like a little baby and that is when Kennedy and Brooklyn come into the stall and ask me what happened. I told them how my “dress” fell off and how I thought my life was over.
They felt so bad for me and went into the fashion show set-up and got me some clothes. Brooklyn who is 3 or 4 years younger than both Kennedy and I grabs me her yellow oshkosh capris, expecting they are going to fit me. I made her go get me new clothes and I slowly put them on, taking my sweet time. When I walked out of the stall I went to the mirror and looked at myself, I tried to make the redness fade from my face and my eyes less puffy but I could not do