Ears Pressed to the Floor

As far back as I can remember I have always been nosy. I just always liked being “in the know” about everything that is going on. The first time that I can remember searching for information was around first grade. My younger brother and I were playing outside and walked in through the front door just in time to hear what sounded like a very exciting conversation going on between my parents. We walked into the kitchen to see what they were talking about. The second that we walked up, they went quiet. “What’s going on?”, I asked them. They replied, “Oh, nothing.”, while wearing a smirk that instantly lets on that that was not the truth. It instantly became my mission to find out what information they were discussing before they realized my brother and I were there. We walked away, only to hear them begin talking again as soon as they thought we were out of earshot. We ran to my room and to the air vents that were on the floors of every room in our house. They worked like a telephone, connecting all the rooms. We sat with our ears pressed to the floor trying to decipher the muffled voices of our parents. Thirty minutes and a stiff neck later, we found out they had decided to let us get a puppy and we were going to pick one out later that day! Now I still crave information as much as I did then, I just go about getting it in a smarter way.