I think this is really the first time I’ve actually been nervous/excited/scared to do something in my life. That’s probably not the best statement, there have been times I’ve been scared to do something, but barged on through and accomplished whatever scared me to death. The Ropes Course at Camp Cavett….the very first time………Jumping off a Bridge when I was a kid…..Water Skiing….and of course all the other Evil Knievel things I did growing up. I just might be the cause of a few gray hairs on my parents heads, but I do still have 2 other siblings so it wouldn’t be fair to take all the blame for the gray.
Come Sunday I’m going to be watching MM race in a OCCRA dirt bike race. It should be interesting. I love new experiences and trying new things and definitely stepping outside of my comfort zone. I’m excited about getting to see everyone race, but you never know – in a few years that could very easily be me out there. Yes, Mom’s I’ll pack my sunscreen. I did find out the plan might be to put me on a bike while I’m at the race. I’m sure I’ll make a complete idiot of myself, but I’m willing to give it a shot.
I grew up on 4wheelers as a kid, so it can’t be that much more different, can it? I just won’t mention to MM all of the wrecks or siblings I ran over as a child while on those 4wheelers. Actually, I already have. He busted out laughing. Looking back now, I guess it is sort of funny. I did run into the house, a barbed wire fence, over my Baby Bro when I was around 8 or 9 (don’t worry, I didn’t run over his head – which is exactly what I said to my parents & the only thing Paps remembers and still laughs about from that incident), ran over Roomie’s leg – not her body just her leg and I’m sure there are countless other times I did something on the farm, but repressed the memories of it ever happening.
I’ll be sure to get photos of everything going on at the race, after all – Mom & Pops met at a Turkey Calling Hunt (at least that’s what they say) thanks to one of Pops’ Buddies & Mom’s Cousin. They got married 8 months later and no, I wasn’t the reason for that either. I didn’t come along til’ at least 2 years after that. My point is, my family has met in some strange places. Gramps & Grams :: working on the WWII at Boeing (I think that’s right), Paps & Nanny :: I’m going to have to get the details, but I think in town, then they’d just sneak around to see each other – Did I mention my Great-Grandpa was a Baptist Preacher? Yep. Can’t imagine what Papaw & Nanny did when they were young. There have also been the bar stories, college stories and everything under the sun.
After I have completely gotten off subject :: I can’t wait for Sunday.