It was a beautiful day in late September, where the weather was not too hot or too cold and all was thick and rich.
My husband and I were at a friend of a friend's birthday party. His name was Paul and he had a great personality and he was easy going and clean cut.
We had a blast, my husband and I. There were hamburgers. Crunchies. Birthday cake. I stuffed myself with them all.
Then, Paul brought out the go carts, so people could ride on them.
I just love go carting. It is so much fun. You can drive them around at any speed that you want. Ideal for people who doesn't have a car like me. Go carting was my favorite thing to do until................
I kept thinking to myself, 'I want to go. I want to go.' But a little voice in my head said, 'No, no no!' My husband kept urging me to go, but that little voice in my head said, 'no. Don't.'
But my love for go carting won, so I decided to give it a go. So Paul strapped me in and off I went. Vrooooom, Vroooooom, Vrooooooom! Went the engine. At first I was doing fine, manipulating the car around the area but then it happened. I lost control of the cart. Vrooooom, Vroooooom, Vroooooom! Went the engine as I crashed through a fence and crashed into a tree. I wasn't hurt, thank the Lord, but I had burrs all over me. People including my husband, came to my rescue. Luckily, Paul understood and I didn't have to pay for the fence or the go cart.
And after that horrific day, I never went on a go cart again!
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
- cathy's write
- Chicago, Illinois, United States
- Hi! I'm cathy Markus. I have a husband and two kitties. I love to creative write, I like to socialize, compose music for my flute, write music for the piano, eat asian food and eat my husbands home cooking(He's a Chef,) read and sing and dance. I'd love to have some friends here.