For Minal Part Two

So Anyway, it's just this day we had ages ago. Back when you didn't worry so much, but you did worry about things that didn't matter. We'd been planning this thing for a while, even though it's more fun to do things spur of the moment, our parents weren't the kinds who would be enthusiastic about "Spur of the Moment" Activities. They liked to plan everything out, to the last detail, and if possible, cancel it because it's a) Too much trouble b)Too expensive c) Too much of a waste of time.

But we'd planned, and planned, and rescheduled. And now we were ready for our trip. We'd planned a trip to stratford, it was a cute place, and we'd wanted to go for a while. The plan was that we'd go there, and then we'd have a picnic, walk around, then my mom would drive us back. It had taken absolutely ages, because when I'd first asked my mom about it, she'd given me that "I Hope You Aren't Expecting This To Work Because You Know How Busy I Am" look, but I was having none of it. I was fed up of my mom being the only mom who couldn't take her daughter anywhere, which she totally is. So we arranged it so that Minal's mom would take us, drop us off, then my mom would pick us up.