Rope Swing

Good Friday, eleven years ago. My sister and I, along with two of my neighbors went on a walk. Bored, we decided to sneak into the deep woods that surrounded our neighborhood in search of something that would pass the time until we had to leave for chruch that evening. Before I had left, I remember my father telling me not to get dirty and to stay close to home. We trudged through the mud and eventually found what we were looking for. Hanging from a tree fifteen feet in the air was a giant rope with a foot hole at the bottom. My sister went first followed by Jon, followed by Michael, adn before I knew it, it was my turn. I woke up face down in the mud. Catching my breath I stood up and told my sister that I was going home. On my walk home, my arms began to swell and bruise. Covered in mud, I walked inside. My father wasn't very happy with me. I went upstairs, took a shower, and laid down in my bed. I had broken both of my wrists.

Casey Land Property

The creek's water surrounded the group. Too wide to jump over, Steve went ahead of the group to find a way across. After searching he found a tree trunk that led from one side to another. Everyone lined up to cross the "bridge". Slowly but surely, everyone got on their hands and knees, slowly crossing in order to make sure they made it across safely.