Personal Narrative: Go To The Fair

We asked my grandpa to tell us one of his craziest stories and he proceeded by, “Myself and my brother, who was 11 and I was 13, used to love to go to the fair. And it was about seven miles from home and we would ride our bicycles over there. And it cost twenty-five cents to get in and that was too much money so we’d crawl under the fence in a ditch and get into the place. We’d go everyday, couple times a day. One reason we went was to pitch dimes. They don’t do that anymore but they had a booth where they had these crystal looking plates, with the serrated edges, set on this platform and they had three, six, nine, twelve I believe. And you took a dime and you were about four feet from the first plate. Then you’d pitch a dime and try to skip …show more content…
Where he about burnt the thing down. So he got in trouble for that and I got a burnt duck. And we kept her for a while and then we took her to the Ann Morison Park and being the new duck on campus they all just attacked her and I thought “Get those ducks away from her! They gonna drown her!” She was fightin like crazy to stay above the water but she couldn’t cause she couldn’t swim very good. Finally she got up on the bank and we took the other one with us. Then I thought, “Im not leaving hese ducks down here.” So we took the stubby home. I nicknamed her stubby. Then we took the other one… I wanna keep her for a long time. Well I’m in this advanced zoology class so I have to do a bird and a mammal. That means stuff ‘em. So I thought, “Well I’ll just do the duck!” So I went out there and rung her neck, my good duck that I really liked. And we went over and made a nice little body with a glass eye. And we had tanned her all out first and put her in there and I this nice stuffed duck that would just stand right up like that. I took it to class and oh the teacher just really loved that. And had it showin off to