Personal Narrative: Don’t Play With Your Food!

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It was a warm summer day; about two weeks after my senior year had begun. My friends and I were having a typical Sunday, lounging around, tired from the night before, and trying to find fun ways to pass the time.

We started by playing some Xbox, and while shooting each other and other people was fun, it soon grew tiresome and we were again, back to where we started. About twenty minutes after another sleepy silence, we went outside to the beautiful weather and played some football. Although it was nice to be outside enjoying the weather, not one of us had the energy to run around for any longer than ten minutes.

Frustrated with the way the day was going, we decided to go inside, get some refreshments, and brainstorm to try to find something that would hold our attention for longer than half an hour. During the middle of our brainstorming session, a family friend of the Locke’s came over. He and his kids had just caught some soft-shelled turtles out at his family’s rock quarry. Intrigued, we decided to make a trip out there in attempt to find some turtles of our own. So five of us piled into the 1980’s rusty jeep with no doors and no roof and drove a few miles to the rock quarry.

I myself was not as interested in the turtles as my friends, so I decided to learn to drive a stick shift while my friends were hunting for turtles. After stalling about three times in a row, I finally got the old jeep going and was driving around the empty field, happy as a little kid on Christmas. After about ten minutes of driving in circles, and ten minutes of finding no turtles, we decided to head back to the house for dinner.

Upon our request from the day before, Mrs. Locke had prepared us some freshly cut mountain oysters…yummy. After I got ...

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...ese crazy girls and their sticky food as possible. After taking some battle wounds, we stole some of their “ammo” and got them back, twice as bad and messy as they got us.

After calling a truce, we went back to their backyard and took a few group pictures so we could get the aftermath on film. As we were taking pictures, one of the volleyball moms said she got most of the food fight on video. After we cleaned ourselves up, we eagerly awaited the premier of our video to the Facebook world.

We waited about four hours until we heard the devastating news that she was having problems and couldn’t get the video loaded. But she promised to have it up the following night. She came through on her promise and we all watched the video as a group reliving the fight and having almost as much fun as we did the night before. What an excellent way to end an excellent weekend.

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