Growing Up In Sutter Creek, California, And Garnett, Kansas

To start with, I mainly grew up in two places: Sutter Creek, California, and Garnett, Kansas.

Back in California I wasn't really allowed to walk around outside of the house since I didn't have many friends, and the friends I did have lived far away. So, I basically grew up restricted to the house, however, that wasn't a very bad thing, since most things that I wanted to do was in the house or the Yard. However, when I moved to Garnett I shed the Shackles of Domesticity and roamed freely, wherever I wanted basically. I made plenty of friends, I had many experiences, and I had much more resources to draw from so that I could do what I want. Many days were spent walking around town with my friends, occasionally stopping by the Gas Station and grabbing a drink.

One such story, was when I was riding my bike to a friend's house, down North Olive. It was an incredibly steep hill with a Rail Road at the bottom. It was an especially cold day, so I was bundled up like fort Knox, ear muffs and all. I didn't hear the Train at first as I blazed down the hill like the speed demon I was. I found out that the train was coming when I saw the crossing guard blink red. I slammed on the brakes just in time, so that I was a safe
Me and Loki were as close as a dog and a boy could be, so I was especially dismayed when I found out that he passed, although the whole situation was quite humorous looking back at it. He decided to pass away on the inopportune day of April first, which you may know as "April Fools" day. When they first told me that he had passed, I originally thought that they were pranking me. I went to bed that night, expecting to find him at my bedside the next morning. However, this was not so, as I came to the realization the following day that he was indeed dead. It was not a happy day, that was for