Authors Note: This could be a lie, it could be the truth. Can you tell which?
*BUCK*
*BUCK* The car doors slammed shut. 8 years ago, in 2004, my dad, my
brother and I were about to leave to drive to Canada. For a few years,
my dad had gone to Canada yearly, sometimes bringing my brother Sam. I
always asked my dad if I could come with, but he always said I was too
young. While I didn’t get to go, at least he usually would bring back a
souvenir for me. Finally, this was the year I got to go. We drove out of
the driveway, our car packed.
The
drive to Canada was long, but that was fine. My brother had a TV and
Playstation 2 set in the back of the Car. I watched him play it the
whole ride, occasionally getting to play if it was a 2 player game. It
was really awesome. After about 2 hours we saw our car cross the
borderline.
“Wow!” I thought. “I’m out of America!”
We
drove for a few more hours, finally stopping at a cabin near a lake. As
we stepped out of the car the sweet smell of sap from pine trees
commenced. After we got all are stuff set inside the cabin, we got ready
to start fishing. For the next week, all we did was sleep, eat, and
fish. We caught a lot of fish and ate all our rewards for dinner every
night. I hope can go to Canada again someday. It’s nice to change
scenery a bit.
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