My Story Of My Father's Side Of The Family

It was 8 o’clock on a Monday morning when I walked outside to check the clothes on the line. Everything seemed pretty normal, the clothes were still there, birds were chirping that’s one of my classical family stories that’s told at almost every holiday get together without fail. Most people have at least ones crazy story that they like to tell, and my family is no exception. The story that everyone on my father’s side of the family can recite word for word is the one where my grandmother lost the animals. The story sounds kind of crazy to begin with and the first time you hear it you aren’t sure if it is actually one hundred percent true. But, I can assure you that this in fact did happen, and yes, my grandmother lost all 6 horses and a bull from the yard on the same day.
First I’ll give you a little back ground on my father’s side of the family. I’m not going to say they are rednecks but if there was a name for people who were half redneck and half “normal” that would describe them perfectly. …show more content…
There was a few stories that my grandmother would tell me about a horse getting its leg caught in the barbwire or a pig wondering out of its cage but nothing to major that they couldn’t deal with. So the day that all of the horses and the bull got out came as a pretty big surprise. My grandmother says it was just a normal day. She was cleaning the house, taking care of the kids, and preparing supper for when my grandfather got home. In their house, you could see perfectly into where the horses were kept through their kitchen window. So, when she was looking out the window just to check up on things and make sure everything was okay with all the animals, she noticed something that was definitely going to be a huge problem. The horses had knocked down a small part on the wooden fence just big enough for all six horses to get out. My grandmother went outside to see where they were but the horse were nowhere to be