Growing up Bates: The 4 Wheeler and the Lawnmower

Everytime I go back home, I realize there are so many things that happened in my childhood that I had forgotten about. When I remember, I usually laugh my rear off! For instance, my dad got a new 4 Wheeler recently, and as I was testing it out, I remembered the day when my sister was driving the riding lawn mower (yea, that's how we "roll" in the woods of Arkansas!), and I was riding the 3 wheeler. To make a long story short, we were in a bit of a "chicken" race, and I popped a wheelie and landed on top of the lawn mower. Of course, it completely dented the top of the lawn mower. I started writing my will out; I knew for sure that we were dead. But then our neighbor came to the rescue and knocked the dent out of the hood. I'm sure that he told my dad what happened, but that day, Amie and I made a silent pact to never speak of what happened in the present of any adults.
Ah - the days of old...