Backyard Park

So here we all are, at the church with no playground. Some kind of meeting is taking place in the Sunday School building, so we are left outside. We look across the street to the Backyard Park. My dad had already made it clear to me that I was too young to be crossing that street with no adult supervision, so going over there never really crossed my mind. But, of course, that didn't mean a thing to the boys.
I'm eight years old now, and by this time we have acquired two new members to the church. Chris and Cody. Ugh, still no girls.
"Let's go over there," suggests Chris.
"But we aren't supposed to..." I protest.
"And that's why you aren't going to tell anyone," says Aubrey as they take off without me.
I really wanted to go with them, but the goody two shoes part of me felt like that wasn't such a good idea. It occurs to me that maybe, since they are already gone, I could just ask my dad if I could go over there. If he said yes, then I could go over there without doing anything wrong.
I go inside and tap my dad on the shoulder. "Can I go to the Backyard Park with the boys?" I whisper.
My dad throws me this look which seems to imply that I have lost my mind.
Aubrey's dad, Fred, overhears my question. "The boys are across the street?!" he asks.
I felt trapped so I just nodded.
Fred marches outside and yells for the boys to come back. I didn't stick around to watch them get fussed at. Instead I just sat in front of the side door to the church.
They finally walked over to where I was.
"What'd you go and do that for?" Chris wanted to know.
"I just wanted to go to the park..." I muttered, hurt.
"You shouldn't have even said anything," Aubrey said, annoyed.
I still remember how upset their faces looked. They made me want to crawl under a rock.
And so began the falling out with the church boys.