The first time I learned how to ride a four-wheeler I was wrecking into everything! My dad is the one who taught me how to ride a four-wheeler. We spent lots of time outside with him helping me and me riding it. He would never let me get a real one that wasn't operated by a battery till I was seven years old. I didn't mind that because to me the big ones were scarey when I was little, now I am wild on them. I think that's why my dad had me only riding a battery one while I was little because they are know where near close to as  powerful as the motor ones. I still wrecked it a lot though, one time I ran straight smack into my mom with it. I was wild even on the battery charged ones, my family always laughed saying I am scared to see the day that she rides a real one.

One a hot summer day, I was riding my horse out in the field. My horse is a very well behaved horse his name is Bengle. We were doing our usual ride out in the field when he started bucking like crazy. He usually never bucks and flips out the way he did, I flew off of him, and he took off as he was getting further out away from me still in the pasture. I seen a post and he went straight up too it and scratched his head against it. I couldn't believe he acted that way just because he had to scratch, when we seen a bobcat before he didn't even act that bad! I thought wrong about him being well behaved,  from that day on I have not rode him again!

One hot summer day it was just me and my dad. We were fishing away, we sat out there side by side waiting for at least a small fish to come along. We didn't care if it was little just as long as we got a fish, because it was my first time to fish. I had been waiting for my dad to take me, and teach me how to fish just like him and be an expert fisher. We waited very patiently as we talked and laughed, when next thing I know I felt a terrible jerk! I had a big fish I was struggling with all I had to reel it in, but it was too strong for me. So it was time for me to hand it over to my dad, then my dad reeled it in and when he got it in that fish was ginormous!! My dad was mad because it was bigger than any other fish he ever caught, but he was sure glad I got one he was happy for me! So we packed up my fishing pole and put my fish in the ice chest and started to head back home. I couldn't wait to tell my mom what dad had helped me catch! That was the best, first fishing trip ever!

Touch- The touch of a soft blanky makes me comfortable! LOL!

Sight- The sight of my four-wheeler is awesome. HAHA!
Sound- The calm sound of bass is my favorite sound. MOO!

Smell- The smell of perfume is the best. Meow!

Taste- The taste of kool-aid is the bomb. Quack Quack!

Meow!!((: