My First Marathon (and They Wouldn't Let Me Run)

I spent all morning yesterday watching the Country Music Marathon. Aunt Whitney was running. Daddy drove me, grandma, and grandpa all over the city. We'd park somewhere, get out of the car, and after 15 minutes or so, Aunt Whitney would go by. While I was waiting I ate a lot of grapes. Once, I decided to pass the time by sitting in a puddle. (Luckily, daddy had some extra pants for me.) I confess that I fell asleep before the end of the race, but 26.2 miles is a long way.

People from all over the world were running, but I didn't see anyone my age. I tried to get in the race at one point, but daddy wouldn't let me. (Something about not paying my registration fee.)

—Meyer