Week 8- Smell of Spring
When I first smell spring i remember back to when i was about 8ish or 9ish and my grandma babysat my sisters, michael and eleigh owen, and i. Well since we couldnt go outside all winter my grandma would have us clean her basement so we could play down there. But when spring came around and we could be outside then we didnt have to be cleaning. Michael and i would ride our bikes up and down the street, skateboard down the sidewalk, and just run around. It was soo good to be outside becuase we didnt have to use our "inside" voices and the whole not having to clean was pretty amazing too. I remeber this one time Michael and i were skateboarding on the sidewalk that leaded up to my grandmas door. It was kind of slanted and looked like a regualr sidewalk with the lil cracks in it and what not. Well we were going down on our bellies and it was michaels turn and when he went down he was catchin alot of speed. then a crack stopped him and he flew off and took a good size chunk out of his chin. we ran in the house and my grandma said we would have to put butterfly stiches on it. Michael was very scared of stiches and thought she meant like the needle and thread kind. So he started crying then when they brought the butterfly stich out he stopped and we laugh about it all the time now. ahh i do love spring.
