When I was 7, I decided I’d take on the big job of fixing the squeaky cabinet in the kitchen. Armed with WD-40 and the unshakable confidence of a kid who’s only seen adults fix stuff, I got straight to work. Naturally, I didn’t bother emptying the cabinet first—why would I? So, I started spraying the hinge like I was some kind of professional. But instead of fixing the squeak, I accidentally got WD-40 all over the inside of the cabinet, right on the cereal boxes and cans.

Panicking, I tried to clean it up but managed to step in a bit of the oil that had dripped onto the floor. My foot slipped out from under me, and I landed on my butt, staring up at the cabinet that was now greasy, unorganized, and still squeaky. At that moment, I realized two things: 1, I had no idea what I was doing, and I probably never should’ve tried this in the first place. And 2, in hindsight I should've just let it squeak.

First off I had a 6:30am early morning FFA Officer meeting so that was tiring, then I had FFA Officer interviews to be interviewed for office next year, and our annual FFA plant sale. So anyways plant sale is from 2-6pm and there was a track meet today. Anyways I got my Dr. note yesterday clearing me and at like 6pm yesterday night I sent it to our head coach assuming I wouldn't start practice until after break... Anyways apparently she got the note before the meet entry deadlines and entered me into pole vault at the varsity level... Anyways I wasn't told I was vaulting since again, I wasn't supposed to start til the 16th, and that's what we all thought until Dr note came through. xD So like 5 min before I have to vault 3 of the guys come in one of the guy's car yelling at me telling me I had to go and I'm working the plant sale and am so confused on why they are like you need to come your about to pole vault, and they get out of the car and tell me all this super frantically, and so as they are literally kidnapping me I'm like Mrs. G can I go? I guess they need me and she's like uhh sure? As I'm being taken to one of the guys car xD They had a kid who pole vaults from a different school stand in the parking spot where the gguy parked originally, since the traffic was bad and there wasn't parking so that the guy could get me and keep his spot so then the guy ended up paying the kid xD So then I'm here in my athletic shirt and jeans and sandals, and I'm like guys I can't vault I'm literally in Birkenstock knock offs and jeans, so the boys go around asking people for shoes so I could vault xD It was so funny then they came back with a pair of shoes xD Soo... I did my 3 step which is basically a run that goes left foot right foot left foot over 5 feet xD It was crazy xD

A couple years ago I was riding my dirt bike (Spider-Rico) in my swamp. I'm going over what we call the Highway to the Danger Zone which is about 400 yards straight shot. The only problem is that it's full of holes. Like big holes. Biggest ones go up to my knee and about 2 foot across.

So anyways I'm riding and I can't help myself I start maxing out on the Highway to the Danger Zone. It's so long you just want to fly down it. I thought I got past all the holes but there was one I forgot about. The biggest one. I hit it going about 25 mile an hour, flip and kill Spider-Rico and land flat on my back. I just lay there for a few minutes wondering if I'm dead or not. Turns out I was fine, and Spider was fine, just some bruises and the wind knocked out of me.

I would like to say I learned my lesson from this, but a month later I was maxing on gravel and took a turn at 20 mile an hour. I ended up laying Spider on her side, killing her, and sliding across the gravel. I tore up my knee but Spider-Rico was fine. I still have rocks under my skin to this day and I still max out in places I shouldn't.

I don't really care if I can get anymore or not. If I can I prefer apples but I just really like sharing my funny stories.

So funny story. When my sister was 1 I was playing with her and the dog. I would tickle my sister then play tug of war with the dog. Well my sis walked away so I was just playing with the dog. She went and grabbed her tablet and came back and chucked it at my face. I ended up bleading.

Another time she purposely tripped me, she constantly leaves her beads on the floor for me to trip on. She still throws things at me and mostly at my face. Best part of all this you may be asking. She's 5 and I'm 21. Yes I get beat up by a kid who is 16 years younger then me.