Living on a farm with five other brothers and sisters will leave you with many scars. My dad has told me many stories of times when he and his brothers did something and it ended with leaving marks and scars all over them. One time it was in the middle of a cold Vermont winter. For many people this meant spending a day sledding down the biggest hill you could find. Since we live on a hill there are many hills all around the farm perfect for sledding down. So since it was such a perfect day to go sledding my dad and his brothers and sisters decided to. Everything was going just like they had planned. It was my dad’s turn to go down. It was a perfect take off and he was picking up speed as he continued to soar down. The only problem was that he hadn't waited long even for the person in front of him to get his sled out of the way and before he could stop himself, he crashed head first into the sled.

 Seeing that fire in our woodstove brought me back to what happened long, long ago. I wondered where all of my stuff had gone that had been burned. I remember lying in my bed already asleep and then hearing a terrible ringing noise that woke me from my dreams. I sat straight up and recognized the tune. It was the fire alarm! This could have meant my doom. 

This summer I was fooling around on my bike. I popped a wheelie and my tire went sideways. I went up over the handlebars!! I caught myself as I landed and tore up my arm. My cut was so deep that blood was running down my arm. My father was watching me the whole time. He asked me if I was okay. Then I looked down at my arm. Blood was running down it and I turned as pale as a ghost!!