Family by Chrystal
Every year at the end of June my aunt and uncle have a pig roast. The whole family comes and hangs out for the day. My aunt has a lot of land, and as a young girl I always remember going there and playing with my cousin Phille. We were about the same age. I always thought he was hot. Thank god we weren't cousins by blood, just by marriage. When I was about 9-10 we were playing and he had a super soaker and he got me all wet. I was dripping with water.
I was mad because I had a dress on, so I picked up a handful of mud that was all sticky and wet and it felt gross. I made a big ball and chucked it at him. My uncle Jerry was watching and he saw me. I knew that I was in trouble but I didn't care. He yelled at me so loud it was frightening. When he was yelling at me his whole face was beet red. It scared me. It felt a lump in my throat and when he spanked me I got scared and ran in the house and locked myself in a room 'til it was time to eat. My mom came and got me. I went out to get my plate and would not talk to my uncle. I got a plate and got food. The meat I got I thought was pig was goose. Yuck! That stuff tasted so bad I will never eat food at the pig roast again.

Our parents always sat around talking about boring stuff. I just always fell asleep listening to them talk. Now that we have matured and are graduating from high school we sit around talking about the boring stuff that our parents talked about when we were young. Now we just laugh because we always bugged our parent's about being bored. Now look at us.