So a friend of mine told me about this and I thought that it would be a fun idea. Each Friday I will be bringing a recent or very old memory of mine.
Todays has to do with catching some air. It is very
Windy today where I live and hence made me think of this memory.
So when I was about 16 maybe 17 I was coming home one night from seeing my friend in a
pageant. (I know, I lived in the south) Anyways, it was late and raining. So there is the curve on this back road that I always took home. So my friend and I were going around the curve and I thought that I would adjust the radio. All of a sudden my friend is screaming. I thought what in the world is going on and all of a sudden I heard
WHOOOMP. And then I realized that we were flying through the air. If you can image two teenage girls both looking out there windows down at the earth below that was us. So the car finally lands and
surprisingly well for the old thing that she was. (My friends lovingly called that car the tank). So I just thought great car landed tires are
ok.
I'm in the clear. The next morning, my step dad comes into my room and wants to know where my keys are. He was going to do something nice and go get the oil changed for me. Wasn't that nice. Yes it was, until he came home and said is there any thing you want to tell me

about. To which I honestly said "NO". He said that when they guy lifted the car up to change the oil there were like roots of plants stuck up in the engine. I said really trying to sound
surprised. Fearing the worst I told a lie. I know, not one of my better moments, and I am sure they saw right through it, my mom always says I am a terrible
liar. Anyways I told them that at the
pageant the night before I had had to park in a field. When I left I hit a
hugh pothole and that must have been what happened. Reality check what really happened, that I just recently revealed to my parents oh about a month ago. That back road was notorious for dirt bikers. So as we were
rounding the curve that dark and rainy night, when I was messing with the radio, I went off the road and hit a dirt bike jump with the car. That is how we got air borne and how roots and dirt were stuck up in the engine. OH the stupid things that happen when we are teenagers. Hope you enjoyed my flashback
Friday. More to come friends.
3 comments:
HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!
Hahahahahahaha... oh my gosh... you'd better watch out what you blog about... I see your mom read it!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA! How funny!
Too funny. Was your Dad surprised when you fessed up? Somehow I doubt it.
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