It was a lazy afternoon and my aunt Kowry and I were the only ones at home. She had been staying with us for a while now, having visited us from England. I noticed her light brown skin as she wore a black pencil skirt with a black and white soft blouse, her feet bare. As we were getting bored, I decided to suggest playing a game of truth or dare. We used cards to play the game, with one pile representing truth and the other representing dares. When it was my turn to choose, I picked a dare card. My aunt shuffled through the pile and picked a card from the batch that represented dares. I tried to read her reaction as she silently read the card to herself - it felt like an eternity waiting for her to react! The dare card she had chosen for me left my heart racing. It dared me to smell my opponent's feet - and my aunt had just walked outside. As the one who had picked the card, she was the only one with the authority to decide whether I should do the dare or not. I stayed calm, waiting for her to make her decision. Finally, she said, "Well, it is a dare, after all." I hesitated for a moment, but decided that I had to go through with it. My aunt lifted up her foot to my nose, as I took a deep breath in. The smell wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, and I couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous the dare was. It turned out to be a fun afternoon after all, and one that I will never forget thanks to my daring aunt Kowry.