Sometimes life throws a brick at your head...
Defining Moments
Well, sometimes you just have to roll with the punches, even if they come flying at you at 50 miles per hour. (Thanks life.) But life isn't always cruel, right?
So one of the major life defining moments happened not too long ago. I was in the car with my grandparents (we were going to the hospital for my grandpa to get a check-up). We were going down the road (a hill) and the guy in front of us stopped pretty suddenly. We stopped and didn't hit him, but we were pretty close. The guy was about to turn, when all of the sudden a jarring jolt slammed us from behind, sending us forward into the car. (The worst part was that we all had a sticky drink, tea or fruit juice, and all of our beverages were open.) I wasn't paying attention because I was on my phone, but the next thing I knew I was getting choked by the seat belt. So, we pulled off to the side of the road. Soon some cops came and started to sort everything out. I called my dad and, wouldn't you know, the line cut out as soon as I said, "We were just in a car crash," sorry Dad. After a while everything was sorted out and we went to the local E.R. and spent the rest of the day there.
Here's one for you. It was the middle of summer and we were in Tennessee for the family reunion. The air was unpleasant and muggy. One of the things we did was drive four-wheelers in the beautiful hills. Well, we went out one day (grandparents, mom, dad, brother, and cousins) and we chose a trail that was very fun to ride. One thing we didn't account for was the rain that had swept Tennessee the few days before. We were going up a steep hill with three large ruts in the middle. You had to skillfully drive the quad around them. My dad was going up and suddenly you hear a crack and some mild cursing. My dad yelled at my brother (who had gone up before him) to come and help. I looked up and my dad had gotten the A.T.V inside two of the ruts. (You had one job, Dad!) I turned away and after about ten minutes of talking to my mom and some peanut-butter crackers I turned back and everything was fine. My first lesson in mortality.
One other defining moment is really ridiculous. It was in 5th or 6th grade when I lost Cosmos Finwaterstein Trammell (Cosmo for short). I had gotten him in 4th grade. He was my first pet who I had actually taken care of and was my responsibly. It wasn't really that traumatic. I came home from Tennessee and went up to say hello. he was dead in the bottom of the tank. I buried him under a tree after wrapping him in linen and placing him in a bottle cap and wrapping that in duct tape. I soon got another fish, Felix, who died. And I now have Ico and Ruxin. They live in sperate homes because male betas are know to fight and kill each other.