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.
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