Ok, I lived an odd life, even though anyone can say that. Anyone can say that about their lives and their memories they have; the weirdest thing about my life is that I shared it across two different town, which to some is tremendously terrifying to try and twig. Nonetheless, I made many memories in those towns with my family and with friends. In this I shall tell of these extravagant adventures that took my friends and I on a romp through all the hills and pastures that I call home. My first story is my most memorable memory that I can remember of my grandparents’ house. It was a 4th of July party at their house, all my cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents and parents were there. I was one of the many people setting off fireworks that day, and my grandparents had a green shed we called, “The Green Bin”, which held a canoe and a paddle boat and had a ladder leading up
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It was in the bathroom that was closest to my room, with my room being on the north end of the house down a long winding hallway. I had just taken a steaming shower and had dried off a bit, when to my surprise, I had a chest hair. Being a thirteen year old boy, I thought of that as an accomplishment. My brother had walked into the bathroom and saw me looking at the hair on my chest, in which I turned to him and told him I finally had one. What happened next enraged me beyond belief because of the pain. My brother, who was maybe 10 at that time, decides it was a wonderful idea to pluck that hair on my chest as if it was a grape on a vine. The first thing I felt was shock, next anger, pain, and finally the adrenaline kicked in and I chased my brother all the ten feet to the corner of that hallway, slammed him to the ground; proceeded to pick him up and throw him the length of that hallway, into our living room, and into our couch. He laughed the whole time because I didn’t want to hurt him at
It was in the bathroom that was closest to my room, with my room being on the north end of the house down a long winding hallway. I had just taken a steaming shower and had dried off a bit, when to my surprise, I had a chest hair. Being a thirteen year old boy, I thought of that as an accomplishment. My brother had walked into the bathroom and saw me looking at the hair on my chest, in which I turned to him and told him I finally had one. What happened next enraged me beyond belief because of the pain. My brother, who was maybe 10 at that time, decides it was a wonderful idea to pluck that hair on my chest as if it was a grape on a vine. The first thing I felt was shock, next anger, pain, and finally the adrenaline kicked in and I chased my brother all the ten feet to the corner of that hallway, slammed him to the ground; proceeded to pick him up and throw him the length of that hallway, into our living room, and into our couch. He laughed the whole time because I didn’t want to hurt him at