Ok. A few day ago my sister and I were playing in the loft of the cow barn. We used a 4-wheeler to get some stuff up here. When we came back down I left the 4-w in the driveway. I thought we would be going back up to the cow barn. Nope. We get in the house and mom says we are going somewhere. (I can't remember where.) So I forgot about the 4-wheeler. Big no-no. So mom is backing out of the driveway and we hit something. Everybody screams. I think I squeaked. So Mom is freaking out because she hit the 4-w. I'm freaking out because I thought Dad was going to kill me. Mom calls dad and tells him she hit a 4-wheeler. And she said she didn't think it was anybody's fault. Whew. Close call.
Parker
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