When i used to live in edgemont, There was a crazy hill behind my house. This hill got the nickname "TheTop" and that was the place to toboggan. I grew up around this hill. The problem with this hill were the tress awesomely placed at the bottom of the hill. So being kids everyone shourts "GO TO THE TOP!, NO BRAKES, TAKE THE JUMP!!!" One time, I took my gt racer to the top, and slid down the hill. After the wind started to blow harder, I got scared. I applied the brakes. This was a very bad idea. The GT Racer flipped and sent me flying down the rest of the hill. The ice did not seem to mind cutting my baby flesh. Blood streaming out of my cuts and shouts of distress amplified through out the air. I didnt bail. I got forced to bail. So the walk of shame home with my toboggan in hand. I open the door to a frantic mother seeing all of my cuts. After a good week of healing im back at the hill. The hill of my endeavor. I drag my GT racer to the top and meet my friend. We switch sleds, I get a nice red sleek sled, while he got my GT racer. I jumped in and shot down the hill, I hit the jump, and slid on the other side. I shouted "WOOOT" and had a hurting back. Never hit and tree, and hit that jump. An Achievement for me.  Awesome.

Once when I was little there was a time when I was about 10 years old. It was a time when I was in Mr. Peter's class. Mr. Peter's class, was probably the most UN-productive year of school. It was not Mr. Peter's fault in the least. He was a teacher of discipline but also taught us to have fun once and awhile. Although being young, we had a great interconnected group of friends. The Four musketeers. Kelsie, BiBi(Brianna), Jacob and Me. Mr. peter's gave us individual project for a class. On the day of presentation I happen to have bad gas that day. So while I was walking up to the front of the room in a silent room, to present I farted, but not quietly, loudly. Every one just started to giggle, no-one could control themselves from laughing, im pretty sure people even fell out of the chairs. I embarrassed, ran full speed out of the room. The second thing, is a in the same class beat up Cole Howard. Cole is a very funny, joky kid that loves to bring smiles to peoples faces. Although this day was not in his favor. This day after the event, me and him talked about life. He was quite upset about the events of the day. This crazy event was as i recall it was Halloween, I happened to dress up as a woman. So Cole to make a joke said something I laughed, then I forget who but someone called Dog-Pile COLE! We all piled on top of Cole. The aftermath of the situation involved Cole gets a bad nose bleed, but he was laughing until the nose started bleeding.