Personal Narrative: My Great White House

In days beyond recall, I spent my time in a pasture that seemed as wide and long as the ocean. There was a great pond on the side of field, which had a little creek the ran straight across. It was full of meadow flowers and tall amber glowing grass. Being tiny for my size it came up past my waist ; from the deck of the great white house you could barely see me. The house was not my own, though I could go on that I wish it was. It belonged to my Grandfather and Grandmother, who were both imaginative, kind, along with goodwill to all. My hair was the color of yellow corn, long, and very unmanageable. My two cousins were my greatest allies; accomplices when I would bring forward the most absurd ideas a 6 year old could have. It was one of those absurd ideas that I recall on a picturesque afternoon. We had just had
It was then I divulged them in my proposition to have a soaking water gun fight. This were no teeny water guns these were huge weapons that would get you drenched within a 3 meter radius. And with that we were off to the garage.
Running in my Poppa was working on his motorcar; begging him to let help us get out the super soakers. After what felt like a lifetime of begging he set up three loading stations, one on the side of the house, another by the barn, and lastly one in the front of the house. We went our separate ways super soakers in hand. I loaded my water weapon putting the tank of water on my back. I almost fell straight backwards it was so cumbersome. I counted to ten and was off.
Carefully creeping to the backyard I turned to my right and came to face my enemy! The world stopped for a split second giving me the chance to lock and load; it was gone time then vanished completely in that moment I was soaked with water. Kody ran as fast as his little legs would carry him. That was it I was going to get him and soak him straight to the bone. I continued my