Daily Memory

When we lived in England, we were always getting thrown into my father's Toyota Celica that was little bigger than a sardine can and toured the country side. We saw hills, rocks, cattle, ruins, bigger rocks, and sheep. I wish I could have appreciated it more, but alas, I didn't give a shit.

My sister and I would find ways to enjoy ourselves, this usually came in the form of running around a lot. The tragic side effect of this activity was that my sister was less than graceful and had a tendency to slip and fall in the grass. Not a big deal really, except my sister was also less than lucky and one knee would go directly into a fresh pile of sheep dung.