THE OAR STORY
When I was five me and my Dad where floating down the River. My Dad stop the boat and started casting his fly like he usually does and I sat there patiently. And then I saw one of our oars float of. I said "Dad. Daaad. DAD!!" He finally said "What do you want!" extremely annoyed. And I told him the oar was floating away! And then he freaked out he chased the oar and then we lost another oar and so then He jumped out and swam to fetch the oars.
PS That is one of my most favorite story's of when I was a little kid...
The trip
My little brother was running and I triped him as he fell he droped his chips and his pants fell down. I bent down and picked up a chip and walked of.....
