Advertisement McNuggets (Graves&Wilson)

You Left Your Foot Prints On Me

Everyday more and more of me gets washed away with the tide. Days. Only at this time do I see you, and feel you, as you leave your indent on my side. Creating comfort and view, I slowly get washed and shoved back in forth with the incoming and deceiving waves. With me I carry many memories, of when you were young, digging sand castles with your dog and creating a piece of your child life on me. I sparkle when your around, with the sun shining trough my dampness. Cherishing me as you continue your visits through your life. There you are, with your new child, building and playing on the same area. Sharing parts of your life, and making mine whole. One last time, I see you, but you cant stay for long. The clouds are waiting, as you left your foot prints on me.

After Another Year (voice)

Hockey was her dream and it soon became reality. Going to a hockey school in Alberta, we never really see each other, but come the holidays we just cant have enough fun. Making the u18 girls hockey team, team BC and being asked to play for the u18 Team Canada girls, we don't have a lot of time together. Even when she comes home for the holidays, she always has some sort of training. Having only one more year of school left, by the end she'll probably be in the NHL. Her whole family is all about hockey. Her brother, Curtis recently got drafted for Detroit, and plays for Vernon Vipers. We met by my brother, playing hockey with her, they had been good friends and for the past 7 years, Taylor and I have been, well more than friends.

Summer was finally just around the corner, and yet another year went around. Taylor is coming home. We always had this dream, of finishing our tree house enough, so that we could sleep a weekend in it, we got two doors finished and up, screen windows, and a balcony. Although we have accomplished all those things, there are still some finishing touches like putting in the carpet. Knowing that we don't have a lot of time left, I am looking forward to finishing it this summer.

In some way or another, I always seem to injure myself when she comes home. Last year, it was in the summer. That early week we got out of school for last summer, we decided to get up early and go down powers. Since I've already gone down it a lot I know my way, and where the dangerous parts are. Being dumb like I usually am, I took a jump, not knowing that straight behind it there would lay a giant boulder. Hitting the rock with my pedal, the back of my bike spun outwards, I flew off forward with the downhill force, landing with my back against a tree, and small rocks below me. Probably weighing at around 5lbs each. I could hardly get up. After biking back home. I realized that I fractured my tail bone, all I can say, is that it was an experience I wish never would of happened.

Two years ago. During the winter, when the snow covered the ground, like a white blanket covering our earth, we got a quad for Christmas. Not a very smart idea. We were playing the usual: someone with a air soft gun, unfortunately this one was a M16 machine gun, and when that thing shot and hit you, you would get a whole in your skin, no mind the huge bruise it leaves behind for such a small plastic Beebe. Taylor and I were on the quad racing through our pasture, we had all the open space because the animals were locked up in the top paddock for the winter. So we we doing donuts and all the other dumb things you could imagine, and by the way, we weren't exactly the smartest people when it came to life threatening toys so we didn't wear any helmets. My brother started running down the hill, leading from our house to the road. He begins to shoot at us from around 10 yards away. One bullet hits me and the same goes for Taylor. She begins to speed up, at this we would not be able to make any tight turns. We go through the gate, across the grass, we reach the driveway. We couldn't turn, and we ran right into a like 200ft poplar tree. Going at the speed of 40km/h the results weren't as bad as they would seem. We both flung forward with such force, Taylor went over the handle bars I, flew towards her and nailed my hip of the handle. we each had like dislocated knees, or something cause they were aching. We slowly drove up the driveway in pain and when we reached the top, we took a look at the quad. the whole front had a round indent, obviously from the tree, and the handle bars were bent. Even after we realized this we still kept playing.

Kayaks are just a completely different story. She basically shoves me under the front, and like a km away from shore she purposely tips it and I almost drown. Continuing to do it, we have a lot of fun, pulling the sinking water filled kayak to shore ands dumping out the water when we get there.

Injuries, are just memories. All those memories make Taylor my sister, and the one I never had. This summer, I hope to not hurt myself. While, I'm trying not to, I most likely will.

I love you Taylor.

A Strange Day in July

No one really knows how it feels having your parents divorced, until it actually happens. This story begins with a high heart that sinks low, but once again picked up by a loving animal and friend, Odis.

He was the brightest, boy for his age in his class. Five. That's the number of days their parents fought, that's the number of days it took him to realize what was happening, that's the number of minuets between him and his sisters births, and that's the number of days the trip was to his Dads. For his sister and him being twins, they would always do things together, well for the five years they had lived. Never really realizing, how things would change not having your mother and father together. The whole saying "till death do us part," never was made reality in the lives of their parents marrige.

"Bye, Mommy," the twins sobbed together.
"Bye sweets, I'll miss you, and if theres any problems you two just call Mommy okay?"
"Love you." Those were the last words the two childeren said to their mother.

"I love you too,"she pleaded.

The childeren were on their way to experience a great adventure. Their father was ecxpecting them to go last year, but he dissapeared for a couple of weeks saying he went out of the country. Their mother never really did know what happened. Thats why she waited for another year to send her to so muchly loved kids. She always kept the thought in mind that there was something else going on behind the scenes in their fathers world. Although the never wanted then to leave she new it would be best for them to go, and that at this age its an important time in their life.

Arriving at the airport the two kids, walked off the plane with a smile, finally being able to meet their father. Instead of a man, who they would expect to be their Dad meeting them there to pick them up is was a women. "Excuse me, I'm Sam and this is my sister Alex. Our father was suppose to pick us up here, do you know where he mgiht be?"

"I know exactly, and I am..."

"Oh good, please tell us where he is!" They were both so relieved that this women knew there father.

"I'm your Dad's wife........Julie."

"Oh.....okay, ummmm..." Sam and Alex didnt know what to say next, they didnt want to be rude. Understanding that this is the way it was they got into the car with the women, hoping she wasnt lying. And as they got on the road they began to sence something. Where they were heading didnt look like it did 3 years ago.

Driving deeper into the forest, the women, "Julie" never said a word and neither did we. I didnt want to say anything to Alex, to not scare her. But I knew where ever we were going, wasnt right. Another bend was coming up, and I was praying my Dad would pop out of no where and say eveythings okay. I had mistaken. My Dad never popped out, and nothing was going to be alright.

Reaching the house, that part of the shivering jouney looked familiar. There was Dad, sitting on the dock suntanning. How could we forget, especially so much. We better not get lost out here or we are in for a rude awakening.

Sitting down with our Father was awkward, Alex said the first word at the dinner table. After that conversations were carried on, I'd expect my Dad to be more mature than that. Having your 5 year old daughter bring up the memories and conversation, didnt sit quite right with me. He had changed, but I didnt know how. This whole place was strange, today I was walking out by the water, and the rock I skipped out into the water away from me, unexpectingly came skipping back. Lets just say I had a bad day.

Catching up with our Father, great experience for our age. I think hes moving back to our city, and so is his wife, who by the way is actually really nice.