One Saturday I was staying at my dad’s house and he and his friends had planned a canoe trip that we were all going to do. They even planned on camping after the ride down the river. It was all going unbelievably great. However, all of that can easily end when someone has had one too many beers and they just can’t keep going. …show more content…
Since we dumped the canoe just before we got out we weren’t bothered from it. When we got to the campground we got out, hoping to get our warm clothes on, but the truck was nowhere to be seen. The truck had all of our blankets, clothes, tents, etc.
Luckily we could hear someone 's car rolling on the gravel down the road to where we had been sitting for the past thirty minutes. We had no idea who it was but once they pulled up to us. We noticed that it was my sister and her friends. My sister wedged her head out of the tiny sunroof so she could yell at us. She was coming out there to visit everyone and asked why we were sitting there in our wet clothes. Eventually, we all piled into her car and headed off for my dad 's truck.
My dad was so outraged that we had been left there like that. He wouldn’t stop bitching about it. The three of us piled in a small space didn’t make it any better. After the what should have been a short ride to town we arrived at the guy 's house where a few of them were outside drinking by a fire my dad jumped out of the truck and went up to his friend. Neither of them happy about what was going which started a huge fight. My dad, younger and much healthier picked him up by the neck with his right arm and slammed him on his back. As I stood by the tree next to the road watching the whole thing my jaw