I walked outside the house door ready for a game of jumping into a pit of straw. I opened one of the two big deck boxes, pulled out and put on an everyday shirt with a rip in the armpit, a pair a light blue jeans with a patched knee, a cracked leather belt that perfectly slid in the loops of the jeans and a scuffed up pair of steel toe boots that are so heavy it feels like I have weights on my feet when I take a step. The year is 2012, it is a 85 degree day in the middle of July. The sky looked like a canvas painted light blue with big, bulky white clouds scattered around. To my left on the light blue canvas, I noticed a vapor trail from an airplane eager to ascend higher into the sky. I looked back down at the trees and grass, everything
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I was the last one to jump, so when everyone else jumped and got out of the way, I yelled “hey guys, watch this!” I had decided to try and accomplish a backflip, as you can probably assume, it did not go as planned. As my feet left the top of the straw pile, it felt wrong. I didn't put enough spin on my flip and I landed on my head. My neck bent forwards, but the soft impact from the straw softened the fall so I just shook it off, but there was still some pain. Along with my neck hurting, all of our shirts drenched in sweat, jeans dampened in sweat, and skin cut from straw and having straw inside of our clothes, we figured it was time for us to be done and finish playing. We walked down the straw bale steps, climbed down the ladder and walked out. As I am almost out of the barn, I saw my favorite cow Sweetie again. I went into our feed room and grabbed a handful of silage. I walked up to her and let her eat it out of my hand while I scratched her head. I felt her wet and sandpaper textured tongue swipe across my hand. I left her, walked out the barn door and latched
I was the last one to jump, so when everyone else jumped and got out of the way, I yelled “hey guys, watch this!” I had decided to try and accomplish a backflip, as you can probably assume, it did not go as planned. As my feet left the top of the straw pile, it felt wrong. I didn't put enough spin on my flip and I landed on my head. My neck bent forwards, but the soft impact from the straw softened the fall so I just shook it off, but there was still some pain. Along with my neck hurting, all of our shirts drenched in sweat, jeans dampened in sweat, and skin cut from straw and having straw inside of our clothes, we figured it was time for us to be done and finish playing. We walked down the straw bale steps, climbed down the ladder and walked out. As I am almost out of the barn, I saw my favorite cow Sweetie again. I went into our feed room and grabbed a handful of silage. I walked up to her and let her eat it out of my hand while I scratched her head. I felt her wet and sandpaper textured tongue swipe across my hand. I left her, walked out the barn door and latched