We stopped because I had to go to the bathroom. I got my helmet back on, and asked Dad how many more minutes because I was hungry. He said “About 20 more minutes.” Next he started to leave so I started up my four wheeler and followed him. Then we got to a trail where it was only about two minutes till the snowmobile trail.
My mom, siblings and I go to Oklahoma City a few times a year for shopping. We shop the whole day and usually eat in bricktown at the old Kevin Durant restaurant that was changed to the legacy grill last summer but the restaurant was closed down. So my mom suggested we eat at Johnnie’s charcoal broiler, which happens to be her favorite restaurant. My siblings have never tried Johnnie’s so they wanted to go. I’ve had Johnnie’s before and it wasn’t very good
I hurried out and was looking down this huge hill. I didn’t see anything! That’s when my Uncle Jack looked and said, “You got it!” as he pointed at it.
"Hey dad" I said. "Where 's the Chevy?" He was very groggy and all of a sudden I was very nervous. Dad told me he had taken it to a service station because the engine didn 't sound right. What didn 't sound right was his story.
I watched my dad’s big red truck pull out of the driveway as a daunting
I skipped over to my grandpa sweetly asking, “May I please have the gator keys?” “Yes, you may” he replied teasingly dangling the keys just above my reach. I jumped up, grabbed the keys, and ran off yelling, “Thanks!” Hopping in the gator, I turned the key, gripped the rough wheel, and stepped hard on the gas pedal (I was known for being quite speedy).
I decided to keep driving but as I moved a gray cat walked in front of the car. My friend fell in love with the cat and said let’s take the cat with us. I immediately put my truck in reverse and drove back to exit the road. As I drove back, I didn’t pay attention to what was behind me and I ran in to a garbage can, crushing the garbage can into pieces. It wasn’t a little small garbage can I backed up into, the garbage can was huge.
I have always been driven by competition, my will against that of my opponent my work ethic against his. Competition is the basis of who I am and failure does not come naturally to me. I refuse to back down in the face of a challenge, and so when I was asked if I wanted to do wrestling in seventh grade, I accepted just as I had accepted every challenge prior. I knew what I was getting into I knew the hard work that would be required and I knew the toughness of the practice.
Then stopped at three places a gas station, lumberjacks, and fishing sort of store next to the boat launch. we stopped at the gas station to get a little bit more food and to get some worms. Then we went to lumberjacks my dad went in and i stayed in the truck when he came out I had no clue what he dad. When we got to the boat launch we went to a little bait shop that was right next to the boat launch we got some small fish that I had no clue what it was and one minute in there felt like forever. Then when we got out I helped my dad unload
Oblivious Growing up, it wasn’t an issue to me. I was unaware to it all because of age and now I fully understand how important it was. This issue, unlike others that were surfacing recently, was a matter of life and death. I had also seen it happen before but it was much later that I decided to act upon the issue. It happened to one of my friends because of this difference.
“Wake up, you are going to be late for school,” my mom said as I lay half awake in my bed. “I will get ready in a few minutes,” now wide awake, I said. The first thing I did was when I got out of my bed was check my phone to see what time it was. It was about 7:20, 10 minutes past the usually time I wake up. Next, I scampered to the bathroom to take a shower.
The story begins on a very cold Wednesday night, when I was 12, my dad, sister, and I was headed back home from church. Driving home that night, we came upon the bright yellow blinking lights to turn left off the highway to head home, as we had done so many times before. The next thing I knew, I found myself tumbling out of my dad's beat up old pickup truck, as we were turning the corner. The only thing I remember is tumbling out so fast and my head being very close to the back tire. In addition, I could read clearly the word Goodyear, my dad’s tires.
Most people aren't aware, but the 2015 club deck almost did not come to fruition. Let me explain... Back in mid-July (2015), I received a phone call from Tom Dawson around supper time. He informed me that Jackson Robinson, who agreed to design the 2015 deck, was backing out of the project for personal reasons. To make matters worse, the deadline to turn in all the artwork for the deck was eight days away. Finding another artist would be highly unlikely, and very difficult.
Getting my Dad 's Car Dad was sitting in his chair and looking at facebook when he saw that a guy was selling an old car that had been sitting there for thirty years and my dad wanted it. After about four weeks and the guy said yes my dad was so excited to get the car. He finally told us; Lane, Lathan and Lucas went and looked at it and had to figure out how to get it out of the ground. We were making jokes and being very funny while we were pulling it out with a Ford and a chevy truck. We finally got it on the trailer and dad shipped the money to the previous owner .We got home and found in the back seat a family of mice and a mice skeleton, and it was cool!
In high school I had no desire to operate a motor vehicle. At the age of fifteen I was eligible for an learner 's permit and I didn 't get it until I was sixteen, and only because my mom forced me to do so. I did not obtain my actual driver 's license until I was eighteen. During the three years that i put this to the side I was not considering the benefits of driving a car such as not having to call and ask my mom to drop me off and pick me up. Then she would tell me that she 's five minutes away when she really was ten.
