My Hero

I think my papaw is very heroic. Anytime I need him, he would come. If I had a problem with anyone or anything I would call him. I remember as a little kid he would drive all the way to my house anytime there was snow and follow my mom and me to school. I don’t know anyone else that would do that. In my definition of hero he is at the top of the list. Papaw always has been there for us and would do anything for anyone.

My definition of a hero is someone that you could call to help you, and they would. They would follow you if you might not make it safely somewhere. They would always be by your side no matter what happened. You look up to them. My papaw fits every one of these. He is a very good man and if you don’t know him, you don’t get to be as proud as I am. He is my hero.

Truth or Dare

I have a cousin that I have been close to since I was little. He has been there for me through a lot. He has got me out of trouble, but also got me in it. One day my cousins, Jordan and Lauren, wanted to spend the night with me. Jordan is two years older than me and Lauren is five years older than me, so we only got along sometimes. Well, the night they came to stay was one of those nights that we all got along. We had taken the couch cushions off the couch and made a fort and played truth or dare for a long time.  Well, it was my turn. I picked dare, but, of course had something to do with my sleeping parents.

As I listened to my dare I began to get the nerve to back out. I can’t. I stand up and head for the hall way. As I walk down the hall I stop when I reach the door. I see them poke their heads into the hallway to make sure I actually do this. I knock twice and run for my life. I had to do it 3 more times. The next morning I had forgotten all about my horrible dare, but my parents didn’t. They sit us down and give us a lecture and we are sent to my brother’s room for an hour, with no toys no computers no nothing. Lauren doesn’t make me get in trouble on purpose anymore because she is nineteen and we don’t see each other much. Jordan on the other hand, I get in trouble at least twice when we are together.

Big Bawlbaby

As a kid I lived in the country, so we didn’t have to worry about being too loud. Our closest neighbor was about half a mile away, so if they called complaining about us being too loud, we would know we were too loud. One summer night my dad had been at work on the farm with Granddaddy, my great grandfather, and Papaw, my grandfather, and it was starting to get dark out. I had wanted him home for a while but she kept telling me he would be home soon. To pass time my momma, my brother, and I went outside and played on the play set. The mosquitoes were really bad at that time of night, so Momma sent me on a mission to get the bug spray from her car. I crawled in the front seat and grabbed it, clawed back out when I heard the car door shut I knew something wasn’t right.

As the door slammed shut I felt an awful feeling in my right thumb. I turn to look at the car once more and my eyes saw my thumb between the door and the other part of the car. I burst into tears and screams. I didn’t know what to do. I scream for my momma and she comes running with my brother. She was telling me to open the door with my other hand and all I can say is I can’t, I need bug spray. Finally I come to my scenes, drop the spray and run into the house. My mom is trying to calm me down but it was no use. The phone started ringing and she looks on the ID and it said The Walkers, our closest neighbor. I had screamed and cried so loud they wanted to make sure everything was okay. My mom informed them I was fine I just got my thumb caught in the door. After she got off the phone with Mrs. Walker she called my dad. Once I talked to my dad and he informed me that he would be home in ten minutes I stopped crying.  I think crying wasn’t ridiculous since my finger was stuck in a car door, but stopping once my dad was coming home was.

Bad Tempor - King of the Mild Frontier - My Story

Once as a child my brother, Dallas, and I at my grandmother’s house while my parents went out. Dallas was probably three or four and I was around eight or nine and we had a lot of fights and arguments at this time in our childhood. Dallas was a mean and violent child when it came to me doing something or having something he wanted. We had been playing some game we made up with clothes basket, Dallas wanted a turn, after he had been the “driver” for quite a while, so as his older sister I was not about to give in to him once more.  I finally got in the “car” (clothes basket) while Dallas went to get a drink. I promised him I wouldn’t take it; I remember I had my fingers crossed so that “broke the promise. As Dallas came around the corner, he saw I was in the basket, got so angry, of course, I just laugh. Momentarily, Dallas grabbed the first thing he spotted, unfortunately for me, it was a house phone. Dallas grabs the phone and throws it at my head, it hits my mouth and I had a fat lip for a few days. Dallas thought he could get away with it, but, he was so very wrong.

Later that night Dallas thought I was just going to ignore the fact he hit me with a phone. Well, he was wrong. As the night progressed I thought of a plan to get back at my brother. As a child, and even a teenager, I didn’t have good timing or luck. I finally find a fake hard plastic gun and as Dallas is watching television I walk up behind him and hit him as hard as possible on the back.  Once again, I was an unlucky child and had very poor timing, as the toy gun hits my brother’s back, my parents walk in the door. I had gotten in so much trouble. I had to go to my room as soon as we got home and not come out. The door was open and I had to sit there by the door, so they could see I was not playing with any toy. Once I was allowed to talk to them and explain myself I let them know the only reason I had hit my brother was because earlier that night he had given me a fat lip, so Dallas received a punishment as well. We never used fake guns or remotes as weapons again.