Auto Biography

It was a cool, early fall night, my dad loaded a variety of tools and my mountain bike in our white Ford escort. I climbed in and didn't really know where we were going. We turned away from home, went down the long sloping road that we lived on, and turned right onto the next street. We took a few more turns and wound up at our local high school where we stopped and gazed …

…grass three times over. I picked myself up and my dad asks if I was okay, of course I say yes. I've realized that even at a young age I learned how to pick my self up in encourage myself in whatever I do and this experience taught me very much. As ascended the hill, my dad turns and says, "Good job son," and we don't say another word till we got home for dinner.