huh.. i just realized...
i always used to think about Rae before going to bed, that was, until November-ish of 2006, when another girl kept me up all night thinking of her
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I was thinking "******** that" all day
well, it started driving me nuts so... I rode the gsxr up there
I wasn't sure if I was going to ride the bull or not, but I had to at least see him
so as I was pulling into the driveway my uncle sees me and says "what the hell are you doing back here?"
so I replied "I guess I'm riding the bull"
so he of course, says "wait for me, I want to watch it kick your a**"
so.. I get up to the pen and he helps bring the bull in
its been forever since I've tried to ride him so I was nervous all over again
I had two good runs with him, but then I got kicked off and the wind was knocked out of me--I'm not sure of many situations where you get the wind knocked out of you, but you can't sit there and catch your breath or else you'll get trampled worse.
After that my dad came out and asked what we were doing.
Then, everything made sense cause I blurted out "i'm riding the bull like gramps"
I did a few more runs--I couldn't do any more because I wouldn't have been able to hold on at all--I thought my arm was going to fall off.
The three of us started walking back to the house and my dad reminded me that he tried to ride bulls, but was never very good at it. The only advice gramps had for how to be good at it was "hold on," yeah, no s**t.
Other than having the wind knocked out of me, I wasn't hurt too bad. I think I'll go back up there tomorrow.