Before I knew it, I was barreling down the hill in our back yard, straight for a tree. I thought my life was close to its end. While slowing down, I steered away from the tree, just to escape it by inches.
on my way back up the hill, I told my dad that I expected more fun than I was having. He said, "I'll have to show you how it's done then." before I finished comprehending this phrase, we went airborne, truck and all. "I think you've got the right idea." my dad muttered in his fright.
After this, I asked my dad to drive. If I hadn't put us through enough, he took off as quickly as possible, sending me flying through the truck. I hit my head on the roof. Ouch. I still have a headache.
the end.
random fact: Michael Jackson and Michael Flatley lived in the same house for awhile, in Ireland.
