"Cops"

When we were younger, my parents would buy my sisters and I a couple of small, plastic phones from the dollar store. The phones seemed a fun thing to have, to fake a call to a friend, and especially because of the small sounds they keyboard made when pressed. 

My sisters and I had fun with the phones, faking a call to 911 as we played 'Cops and Robbers' inside the house. The little phones came in different designs and colors so we never had the same phone to fight over. We would have different names appointed to us, with many roles. One of us would be the actual robber, the next a victim, and the last two of us the cops. 

I had always received the robber role and would get tied with my hands behind my back as my sisters faked a call to take me in. My sister, the victim, would grab the phone and yell into it, "My house is getting robbed! Come fast!" 

My youngest sister was looking inside the drawers in our living room and found one of Mom's phones laying there. Mom hadn't used the phone anymore so we assumed it was disconnected. "I want to use his one now" she said as she showed us the phone. Being us, we argued which of us got to use the cool phone, but since she was the victim and the one who found it, she got to use it. 

When the time came to play, I walked into her 'Home' which consisted the living room to rob her. She grabbed the phone and supposedly called the cops- my sisters. Only a few minutes passed before the loud wail of sirens stopped us from our game. We saw Mom rush in and to the front of the house when there was a knock. 

She took the phone away, sitting us on the couch in silence as she talked outside. When she came back inside, she gave us a long speech of how we needed to use phones. That even if a phone was disconnected for the moment, it could still make a call to the cops. We never used a phone again when we played our game.