One of the most terrifying sentences that can be invoked upon a child under 10 years of age. Sure, it seems like a joke now, but when you're 8 and 3/4 years old, it's torture. TORTURE! When you have that much energy, being forced to sit still, not moving, well, it seems like some kind of cruel sensory removal experiment gone hideously wrong.
And you sit.
And sit.
Sit.
If you were old enough to tell time, you'd notice the curious fact that, when sitting alone with nothing but your thoughts, time slows down. Of course, you don't know that yet.
And you're still sitting.
And your bum begins to hurt.
And your eyes go wonky from looking at nothing but a flat latex painted wall.
And it's too much.
You can't take it.
You begin to cry. Just like that whining baby, your 7 year old brother.
Then your parents relent, seeing your emotional outburst, thinking you are truly sorry. They tell you to go out and play.
Sorry? Not sorry, your backside just hurt.