Okay, I watched the first episode of Full House, and I wanted to write my own version. Here it is!

I'm also new here.

I walked downstairs. My dad put me there. I was then 15 months old. Mom was on the floor-at least I thought it was Mom-and I went in the kitchen.

"Really?" Dad said. "Yes sir. Whoever did it has some issues." A police officer said. "Mandy! What are you doing here?" My uncle James asked me. "Shouldn't you be in your crib?" I was a smart baby because I climbed out.

Jake, my dad's best friend, was there too. I didn't have a clue why they were here. "Ok Mandy. We have to take you upstairs." "Jake, stay with her." "Why?" "So she won't climb out."

We passed the room my sister Darcy Jane slept in. She was ten. Before that was my sister Serenity's room, who was five. Then my room. "Okay Mands. Let's not do this again. Got it?" I nodded. Jake sat next to me, got one of my Dr. Seuss books, and started to read to me. I fell asleep.

When I woke up, there was Darcy Jane who came in crying. "Oh Mandy!" That's all I remember that day.