Saturday, June 30, 2007

Why I Don't Want to Go for a Ride

Almost every time I talk to Whinsey she asks if I want to go for a ride. I always say no. I feel that I should explain.

At our family reunion one summer, I got up on my cousin's horse and fell right off the other side. I was so embarrassed that I acted like I was hurt just so I could go into my Aunt Susie's bedroom and hide.

My cousin finally talked me into coming back outside, and ten minutes later I fell into the fish pond (above).

That's me sitting by my grandfather, who looked exactly like Eugene Levy. I don't remember who the giant frog is between Mom and Aggles.