Brain storming for Essay 2
I threw my snow tube down on the ice-covered sidewalk, then backed up ten feet to get a good running distance. I hunched down, then sprinted towards the tube, belly flopping down on it, sailing down the sidewalk.
Whooooooooo! This is fuuuuunnnn!
Bam. The ice stopped, but the sidewalk didn't. The tube jerked to a hault, thrusting me forward, smashing my chin into the pavement, now a bloody disaster.
It was the winter of 1987, and I was six years old. My cousins rushed me back home, which was just across the street, and I ran up the stairs screaming and bleeding all over myself. My parents immediately put me in the car and took me to the doctor, where they sewed the bloody disaster back together.
I was always the daredevil, doing random stunts and falling down; that's just one story from my childhood.
Another idea I might write about is my best hitchhiking experience. Annette, the angry man-hater who "ran away," picked up my friends and I. We had a mile of road walking, and after hiking up and over mountains all day, I wasn't about to walk another mile. We hit the road and up went my thumb. Within minutes, the red 90s convertible Mustang pulled over.
She swung open her door into traffic–there was no shoulder. Immediately people started honking, so she cursed at them, saying things like, "Fuck you" and "Let them see my tits, that's what they want to see anyway," as she buttoned her shirt and zipped her pants. She stuffed random items from the back seat into her trunk, like a white comforter, a wall clock, and some picture frames.
Score! I thought. This is going to be one awesome ride! The next mile seemed to move so slowly, even though Annette was whipping that car around those windy mountain roads, ranting, trashing men and talking about running away. She looked like she was in her 40's, so I wouldn't consider that running away; maybe just escaping. But who knows, I only knew Annette for a mile.
These are my ideas for now, but they are likely to change. I've had so many adventures within an adventure that I can draw from.
Your daredevil ways seem to have followed you into adulthood! Hitch hiking is extremely dangerous these days, no matter your gender. Consider yourself lucky to have survived that mile. For all you knew, she could have been on a path of destruction and would have taken you with her. Though it was still an exciting read!
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