Capture the Bear??
Our family was just finishing up dinner around the campfire when we heard hymns being sung in a campsite nearby. All us kids being interested in seeing who was serenading us with such beautiful music moseyed on over to find a bunch of LDS kid waiting to play whatever games we threw their way. J Somehow we all decided on capture the flag. The setting was perfect, two medium sized hills that formed a perfect little valley right in the middle. We divided the teams up and set out on our missions. I was so determined to win the game I staked out a perfect area right up near the flag and sat there for probably 10-15 minutes without moving an inch, if anyone came to take it I would be ready to tag them and bring their sorry selfs to jail. I heard the game being played down below me. Screams and laughs of excitement only made me more steadfast in my task to detain the enemy and win the game. All of a sudden I heard rustling in some bushes nearby, I bolted to the culprit, but surprisingly the perpetrator had been sly enough to pass by me. But how? How could the enemy out run me? ME? This must have pushed me over the edge and turned the crazy switch on in my head and I ran like a madman to protect that which I held so dearly. Nothing was going to stop me from preventing the capture of my precious flag. NOTHING. Running, filled with furry, I ran, ran, ran and then VICTORY WAS MINE! I tagged that who was heading straight to my beloved flag. Then, shouts from the distance turned that crazy switch back to off and I came back to reality. All of a sudden, “BEARS! Bears in the camp!” They must have been shouting this for hours, well, for at least a few minutes…hmmm, maybe seconds…because EVERYBODY except for myself was aware that this culprit that I was so eager to detain was in fact the “bear” that was in the camp…
Krista 2004
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Friday, October 22, 2004
Monday, October 23, 2000
Broken in Utah
Broken in Utah
1987, the year I was the big F.I.V.E. Our family headed out for our grandmother’s house located in the the great (yeah right) state of Utah. We had been traveling for what seemed like weeks when we all decided that we were hungry. I the adventurous kid that I was moseyed off to explore. I soon found a huge pasture filled with enormous horses inside; as a child I was obsessed with horses, I loved them, I dreamed about them, but OK whatever, back to the memory. Aaron with his michevious mind soon came up with the idea that I should jump on the vicious beast, and if I did I would be rewarded with candy...mmmmm, worth it right, no. Me being niave did it. :) Right away the horse decided it liked the apples my brothers were feeding him instead of a little psycho on its back. So in turn the retarded horse started going buck wild, trying to throw me off...well it succeeded within in seconds, but seemed like hours. As I was falling in a sort of dreamy haze to the welcoming evil concrete ground I was thinking, “Man, this is really going to hurt.”....which it did. CRISUNCH!!!!!!!!!! was the sound I think it made as I fell on my right precious arm...yes, the arm I write with, yes, the arm I eat with, yes, even the same arm I played Barbie dolls with, that punk of horse. I had broken my arm. As I laid there I was thinking, “Hmmm, well this really bites.” For some reason or other looked up, I don’t know why, maybe it was the vibrations of an evil horse coming to trample the life out of me....ahh, yes that was it. :) So there I see the massive beast coming to trample the life out of me, yes sweet little me. So I get up like a babe deer that had just been born, all retarded like, do to the fact that I only had one good arm left. So I’m up, I wobble my confused little self out of the pasture and to my parent’s. Of course they totally wigged out, cause there favorite child had been wounded. :) They bolted to the hospital. There the evil doctors took me from my loving parent’s. I was terrified, I had no idea what they were going to do to me. All of a sudden CRACK!!!!!!!! they had just Set my arm without any pain killers involved those idiots! :) Then I guess we chilled at grandma’s house. That has to be one of the most painful, but funny memories.
THE END
1987, the year I was the big F.I.V.E. Our family headed out for our grandmother’s house located in the the great (yeah right) state of Utah. We had been traveling for what seemed like weeks when we all decided that we were hungry. I the adventurous kid that I was moseyed off to explore. I soon found a huge pasture filled with enormous horses inside; as a child I was obsessed with horses, I loved them, I dreamed about them, but OK whatever, back to the memory. Aaron with his michevious mind soon came up with the idea that I should jump on the vicious beast, and if I did I would be rewarded with candy...mmmmm, worth it right, no. Me being niave did it. :) Right away the horse decided it liked the apples my brothers were feeding him instead of a little psycho on its back. So in turn the retarded horse started going buck wild, trying to throw me off...well it succeeded within in seconds, but seemed like hours. As I was falling in a sort of dreamy haze to the welcoming evil concrete ground I was thinking, “Man, this is really going to hurt.”....which it did. CRISUNCH!!!!!!!!!! was the sound I think it made as I fell on my right precious arm...yes, the arm I write with, yes, the arm I eat with, yes, even the same arm I played Barbie dolls with, that punk of horse. I had broken my arm. As I laid there I was thinking, “Hmmm, well this really bites.” For some reason or other looked up, I don’t know why, maybe it was the vibrations of an evil horse coming to trample the life out of me....ahh, yes that was it. :) So there I see the massive beast coming to trample the life out of me, yes sweet little me. So I get up like a babe deer that had just been born, all retarded like, do to the fact that I only had one good arm left. So I’m up, I wobble my confused little self out of the pasture and to my parent’s. Of course they totally wigged out, cause there favorite child had been wounded. :) They bolted to the hospital. There the evil doctors took me from my loving parent’s. I was terrified, I had no idea what they were going to do to me. All of a sudden CRACK!!!!!!!! they had just Set my arm without any pain killers involved those idiots! :) Then I guess we chilled at grandma’s house. That has to be one of the most painful, but funny memories.
THE END
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