on Sundays when I was a child, we would dress up for Cleveland browns maserati shirt. This one Sunday, me and my brother and sister were dressed for church and our mother and father were arguing. That is to say my father was berating my mother for some thing or another. Mama sent us out to the car. My sister decided she wanted to ride the horse and told me to Help her. I told her no because we were dressed and ready for church. At the time we were standing near the corral fence, she was sitting on top of it and jump down to her knees in the gravel driveway. She began to fake cry, gave me a sideways glance, and ran screaming and crying to my father, telling him I had pushed her down. He immediately believed her, no questions asked. I never got a whoopin so bad as that day. When I was turning 13 years old, I had a big birthday party with my closest friends. We were going to go to an amusement park, which was an hour away from our town. We got there and it was so packed we couldn’t get in and so we drove to a nearby movie theater instead and I was given some spending money and we just hungout for the day. It was overall a good day! One of my friends was very out of it though. She slept most of the car ride and seemed a bit sad but I didn’t think much of it. Anyway, a few hours pass and we go home for a sleepover. 1 am comes, and she’s laying on the ground clutching her stomach screaming. Being 13, we were obviously like wtf and she said it was food poisoning.