Oh Canada

From about the ages of 7 - 12 my parents would fly me from Florida to Sioux Falls, South Dakota to go visit my Grandparents for about two weeks every summer. Well, I always really enjoyed this, my grandma Lucinda was a professional cook and always made the best food, and always let me help. We would always go on cool trips and find cool things to do. One year we went to The Black Hills and camped for a weekend. It ended up storming very badly on our last night there and so we packed up everything and slept in their huge 1980 - something Dodge van, that was a dark blue with a lot of rust spots. I remember waking up and thinking, "Where am I right now?" I got out of the van and we were at this cool coffee shop, I got a hot chocolate and I was beyond stoked on being there.

Well, onto the main story - One year we went to Canada, which I was beyond stoked on. We got to our cabin and it was pitch black. We turned the porch light on, there was a dead bat on the door mat. I could tell already that this was going to be a good trip. We got inside, there were two dead bats, one in the kitchen and one near the fire place. We got most of the stuff out of the van (possibly the same van previously mentioned, they had a lot of old rusty vans), and then called it a night. I woke up the next morning, and to my excitement we were right on one of the Great Lakes, again this trip was ruling so hard. Lucinda made breakfast and the day had begun. We went out in the boat and I kept asking to drive. Grandpa Brian thought I could probably handle the task of driving a boat in a completely empty lake and let me have at it. Of course, I fucked it up. Full throttle, and everyone is kind of freaking out. I take a turn and I almost flip this boat. Needless to say, me captaining the boat ended there.

The next day I wake up in the loft (I was stoked on the loft, and I definitely called dibs on it). I was walking down the wooden stairs, there was no hand rail or anything, and I slipped and tumbled down the rest of the stairs; I'm surprised I didn't just fall of the side and break something. I was lucky, but still hurt. So I laid down on the couch. My grandparent's friend's kids were there as well. They were a little bit older than me, but they started messing with me when I was hurt, laying on the couch. I keep telling them to stop, and they do not. I end up rolling off the couch and hitting the side of my head, near my temple, on the corner of a table. I probably could have used stitched, but instead we cleaned it out and put some Neosporin on it and put a bandaid over that. Minus the couple of injuries, that was probably my favorite trip with my grandparents. I don't think my parents were too excited about it though.