It all started on a very windy hot day out in hickory. My friends and I were all having tons of fun driving our trucks and mudding. From people driving around ATVs and side by sides. It started a great day as all of us were having lots of fun. We all went to a place called Cavilier Wildlife reserve. Thats where we always went to adventure, have fires, and bond as friends and family. It was about 7 o ' clock on a summer night. We were driving our trucks on a cornfield. Looked to be a sturdy cornfield. But since it just rained days before the land was very soft and was not safe enought to be driving big trucks on at high speeds. Well as kids do, we do stuff before we think. So we all jump in my friends truck, in the cab and also in the
Around age 10 my dad got me one of those little badass compound bow beginner kits. Of course, the first month I went around our land sticking arrows in anything that could get stuck by an arrow. Did you know that a 1955 40 horse Farmall tractor will take 6 rounds before it goes down? Tough sumbich. That got boring, so being the 10 yr.
So I rode my dirt bike on the dirt path so I won’t get hurt. So when my friends got them a four wheeler or a dirt bike we cruise with each other and we don’t go to fast when we riding it because we don’t want to fall off so when I was enjoying myself my daddy had to take my four wheeler and dirt bike to a shop because it had broken down because I was riding it every day. So it got out of the shop my daddy let my dirt bike and
I would click open the door dangle my toes done and jump out of the truck and mom and I would meet up with her friends. At the time I was maybe nine and her friends never had any kids, and I was mostly bored until we got to the animals. Depending on the time of
The drive was almost unbearable, but the thought of spending the week in the snow with family kept me going. It was only a four hour drive, but at 9 years old, it felt like an eternity. The scenery slowly changed from flat land, to rolling hills. The hills were covered in yellow dying grass, but they were still beautiful. Then we started to make the climb.
The Hunt It was a gloomy September day and the bear hunting season was about to begin. The old farm truck was loaded full with barrels of cooking grease, assorted candy, birdseed and tubes of sticky frosting. We were to hunt four hours north in a little town called Orr, Minnesota. My family had an 80 acre lot that we used strictly for hunting. My mom volunteered to sit in the stand with me and videotape the hunt.
The twenty-four foot by forty foot hunting shack has been the home to a lot of life lasting memories throughout my life. We built the hunting shack three years ago. The shack has the look of a pull shed. With beige steel siding and a green steel roof. The shack has three rooms, a bedroom, a bathroom, and a living room/kitchen.
During winter break in 2005, I was in my room with my older brother playing with some Play-Doh. I had left some Play-Doh out the day before. So I took the Play-Doh that was as hard as a rock and threw it up on a shelf about 10 feet up. I threw the Play-Doh up there five times. On the fifth time my brother had hit the truck with his elbow.
The Beginning….It was an early chilly morning in November of 2009. My dad, his friends, another kid, and me all loaded up in one truck ready to head east. I was only seven years old. We were going to Missouri to hunt whitetail. This was going to be the farthest away from home I have ever been.
I looked into the cabs of the trucks as we passed this area slowly and did not see any workers in their trucks as they were all standing around talking. We then passed through the work area and picked up the speed and drove on to Albuquerque. My daughters and I arrived to my daughter’s house at approximately 1415 hrs. to 8201 Bianca CT SW, Albuquerque, NM.
Pig Roast Finally I smelled the fresh trees and saw the raging fire, we were finally at the campsite after the seven hour drive from Denver to Wyoming. After we said hi to everybody my cousins Joseph and James, and my two brothers Henry and Ben and I went to a secret place called kid island and found a really cool looking stick and it is now the kid island flag. When we were done at kid island we sat down and cooled down in the shade.
I had just turned 16 years old. My parents had both decided that it was an appropriate age to go and try to get my driver’s license. First, I needed to get my permit. When I did research online, I learned that I would need to take two tests. One would be on sign recognition and the other on driving rules, regulations, and laws.
From approximately the first two years of my life until age seven, I was in the Pre Operational stage. During this time, I gained the ability to use words and egocentrism, animism, and artificialism. When I was in this stage, I attempted to buy a gift for my older cousin
In the woods, we explored deer trails that made their way to the very back to a beautiful creek that ran through the thicket. There were small waterfalls flowing down and a water hole we would jump in for fun. The only downside were the
I 'm waiting at the line, it is moving decently. They can fit a lot of people on one car. My heart is racing, my heads are clammy, and I 'm telling myself to go back. But I don 't, instead I move with the line. We are getting closer.
The Road Trip Toby shoved the last bite of toast, dripping with red jelly into his mouth then leaned back in his chair. Breakfast had been a makeshift meal consisting of whatever you wanted to fix. He had a large bowl of sugar coated corn flakes, toast with lots of jelly and a glass of milk. His dad, mom and sister Heather were all busy scurrying around the house getting ready for a road trip to New Orleans. His sister’s “Cheer” team was in a final competition there and his folks had volunteered to take Heather and two of her friends to the meet.