Utah Experiences

            Living in Utah right at the foot of a mountain at least a mile away from civilization meant one thing, adventures-outdoors-with-my-siblings. Every day was something different, dancing in the living room with giant headphone on our ears, pushing on my sister's shoulders cause I wanted to help her get the full splits and then running away when I realized how much help I'd given her, hiking in the mountain and then turning around and running home as fast as we could when we saw a bright orange vest in the distance, swimming in the damn up the road and then running home screaming in the rain cause of how close the lightning was, recording videos and wetting my pants because my sister wouldn't let me put the camera down and go to the bathroom so she could sing her song or sometimes we would just play baseball in the front yard. But the most exciting story was found twenty steps from our front door.
          It was a Saturday, midday, when my sister and I were home all alone. We decided to go outside and look around. A house was being built a couple hundred yards down the dirt road and there was a crane with a hook on the end. It was just low enough where we could swing it back and forth and black red neck catch in a way. That was fun until I missed my turn to catch it and it came back and hit me in the back of the head. Don't worry, I'm alright, I think.
       After that we were walking back home. and out of the corner of our eyes we spotted this little plastic igloo. It was our neighbors dog house and I decided to act all tough and get on top of it. I then continued to jump up and down and pound on my chest with my fists.

       My sister's laughing soon turned to screaming as she turned and ran for the house. I did not know what she was so scared of, I wasn't that scary. But soon I learned that I had been jumping on top of the home of a few hundred wasps! I was too scared to jump off and follow my sister's footsteps so I just stood there screaming my lungs out. After a couple dozen stings I ran into the house faster then I will ever be able to run again.
      My sister decided to help by putting band aids on my stings but that doesn't help with the pain. It's the thought that counts. To this day I've learned one lesson, don't jump on plastic igloos.