Cousin, who is like my Big Brother (Big Bro), took me on an adventure in his Sidekick (it's like a little dirt truck for rough terrain). Throughout the adventure he was eager to try and scare the crap out of me by attempting to go in steep ditches and over large bumps along the drainage road we drove along. In our youth, he gave me no choice on such matters and frequently scared my ghost out of my body with his antics that usually involved ski doos, quads, and other things and going over cliff-like hills and steep inclines to see if we survived... I am alive, lived to tell the tale, and have always secretly wanted to beat the crap out of him for all of it. Even if he is about to turn thirty-six, and I thirty-three. Now that I am older, and, know how to kick his ass despite his size versus mine, he knows better... or at least HE SHOULD!
Alas this path was not as scary (when he was not trying to test the waters of "let's see if we live if we go down this steep incline") as I originally thought as he stuck to smoother terrain. The sun was high, but the air was cool, and where we went there was no other parties to interfere with what our mission was. The mission: pick as many saskatoon berries as possible before it got too dark.
Here we updated each other on our lives: the good, bad, and the ugly. It was fun!
That is until my Mom asked me to come home... yes, I am not kidding.
At first I was like, "What the hell?" Then I realized it was because she was not feeling well again.
In fact, Mom was in a lot of pain.
~Ange.
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