Intro: This is my favorite story out of all of them because it is something that came from my life, I just tweaked it a little. I didn't have to tweak it much because I talked to my dad when I was writing the stroy and we both remember it differently. It is my favorite because it came from my "memory." The assignment was to make a map of hour home area and write a story from it. The problem I think I had was that I got my idea across but I don't think I really made the story flow. Sorry for the way the story is formatted, I can't figure out why it is doing that.
It was a warm summer afternoon in Delaware, Ohio as my father and I went riding on our
four- wheelers. I was five at the time and had the coolest little Yamaha fifty. It was fire engine
red and reeked of gas and rubber. It reflected my dad’s character, colorful but reeked from a
long day of work. We headed up to my grandfather’s woods to look for dear sheds. As we would
head through the woods I would speed ahead of Dad and look back at him. He would always yell,
“Keep your eyes on the road Don!” I looked ahead of me and acted like nothing happened.
We crossed my grandfather’s woods and headed to what we call the orchard. It is one of
my favorite places as a kid. It is an area of the woods that is all pine trees. It is beautiful with its
dark green color and strong pine smell. I never had to wear shoes back there because the floor
was covered in only dirt and soft pine needles.
After an hour of looking for deer sheds and being bored as hell, we decided to stop looking
for sheds and just rode through the woods. Dad and I were goofing off in the woods for hours.
Going at full speed, we cut each other off and weave in and out of trees.
Exhausted and covered in mud, we started to ride back home. As we got closer to home we
decided to ride around my aunt’s pond to see if we can notice any big fish in the pond. As we rode
around the pond I cut in front of dad and looked back at him. Dad with fear in his eyes yelled
“Look out Don!” I looked forward and saw that I was heading straight for the pond. Going forty
miles an hour, I went head first into the pond right with my four-wheeler.
Dad quickly jumped into the water to save me. The water was so shallow, that my seven
foot dad had no trouble walking over to me. He pulled me out of the water to see if I was ok. I
had no injuries and was perfectly fine besides the fact that I couldn’t stand up in the mushy
quicksand pond floor. After he saw that I was ok he looked forward and started laughing. I
looked back at the pond and couldn’t believe what I saw. My four -wheeler was upright and was
floating on its tires.