Riding to Fast

Over the weekend was Easter got to send time with my family and got to hang out at my grandpa’s place out on the reservation.  My mom, little brother, and me headed to my Grandpa’s place Friday and spent the night twice. Well we had our Easter on Saturday, so we would not have too much to clean up on Sunday. It was not going to be a big Easter. It was just my Uncle Ron and Nick, my auntie, mom, little sister, little brother, and of course my Grandpa.

We had a blast out there. My grandpa has a four wheeler out there so we were driving it around. After awhile, we started racing seeing who can get the fastest time on it. We went around and the person who had the fasts time was my little brother. When I was not driving I was thinking about old memories.

One memory I remember was racing for the fastest time. It was when I was around the age of six years old. My cousin and I were the ones racing on a scooter down a hill on a sidewalk with sharp corners. My cousin went first he had a good time. I told him, “I can bet that easy.” I was going down so fast that when I turned corners I almost fell off. After, a couple of turns I went to fast and went flying off the scooter. I landed on my left arm funny and it hurt badly. I had to go to the hospital and had to get a cast because I had fractured it. So riding the atv reminded me of that which I kind of scared to go to fast, but I got over it and was driving crazy again.