If you have never lived in the country, it's story time
Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2003 10:00 pm
Since the mass majority of the users on these forums have never lived in the country before, I thought I'd enlighten you on something that happend about 10 years ago..
Let me give you a background first. I live in Kentucky, which is known ( for those of you outside the US ) to be hillbilly heaven. In other words, people think we walk around with no shoes 24/7 (it's actually only in the summer ), we all listen to country/bluegrass, talk by not ending our sentences ( like 'ya'll neve gon figur ou wa happen th othe da', which we do in some areas ), and are all farmers.
Some of these things are true, but almost all are very true where I live. I live in the Appalacian Mountains in Kentucky. We have mountains, farmers, rednecks, city folk, forests and wildlife like you have never seen, and so much more.
We spent our times outside. Running down hills, in forests, playing tag or rundown, fightening with sticks, cussin like the grownups, etc..
Well one year, my family bought 2 acres out in the country away from the apartments we had lived in for 11 years. It was out in the middle of the country; mountains and ponds surrounded us on all sides. We wouldn't have television for another 3 years, so we spent our time dirt digging, reading, and playing on the computer. This was right around when IBM computers began making their ways to the shelves, and windows 3.1 was fresh on the market.
Up on top of the hill behind our house, we kept our beagles ( they are hunting dogs. just think of Snoopy and you will get the picture ). So, in order to water them and feed them, my sister and I would take turns walking up the hill ( about 50 yards or so ), and feeding/watering them. It would usually take 2 trips : one for the gallon bucket of fresh water, the other for the dog food ).
Eventually, we got used to this job, and instead of carefully walking down the hill, we were able to just run down it ( sometimes full speed if it wasn't muddy ) and knock 5 or 10 minutes off the overall job.
So one day, my sister invited one of her friends to spend the night with us. This girl happend to be a lawyer's girl, who was very petite and lived in the middle of the city ( which wasn't a very big city, only around 3k people. Lexington, KY is a metropolis compared to our town, but nevertheless, her family could afford to live in the city where most of the land was flat ).
So, she comes up and whatnot, gets used to the surroundings and decides she wants to go up on top of the hill to see our beagles. Hearing that she was going up there, I decided to sit outside and watch the game unfold. They walk all the way up to the top of the hill to the beagle's pin. The pin was around 10'x10' ( a contrapsion my father and I had made ), so they coudl actually walk inside and mess around with them. Just as I had expected, Lisa (my sister) had forgotten to inform Lindsay(her friend) that they did, in fact, take dumps in there. So the first thing they do, is jump all over this girl in white clothing and shoes..
It was funny. Seeing my sister try to pull them dogs away from her and hearing her screaming at them. But that was only the beginning. The best was yet to come
So Lindsay finally has enough of "play time with the huntin dogs" and decides that she would like to go back down and play there. So, without thinking, my sister says "Sure, let's go. Race ya!" lol. See, Lindsay had never done this before, and my sister, being the expert as she was, had no problem and made the task look simple. So Lindsay automatically thought the same and tried to follow after lol..
Well, Lisa made it down at about the same time Lindsay was halfway down; just in time too Luck would have it this would be my lucky day, as it had rained and it was muddy. So the first slip and that was all she wrote. Lindsay, unfortunately for her and fortunately for me, fell victim to this.
She seemed to have been going good until she looked up at my sis and I. That was all it took because at one moment she was gleeful, and then the next second BAM! she was rolling down the hill; headfirst at one moment, sideways the next.
By the time she reached the bottom, oh man you shoulda seen her hehe. Hair all matted down with a mixture of blood and mud, clothes torn, eyes twisted... ( she later reminds me of the little girl in Alien 2 that they find running around.. only like x 10 hehe ). All I could do was sit there and wait for the crying to start so I could laugh my ass off.
Praise to the angles and Lord in heaven, she gave us a whopper. Her facial expression escalated from solom to outright rage as she bellowed into the summer sky. My mom ran out to see what had happend, panicing at first, and then trying to muffle laughs herself as she tried to clean her up. Myself, I was laughin so hard I was grounded for a week and stuck in my room ( punishment? ahh, thanks mom This is when I learned DOS and how Windows actually loaded/worked ).
But this was definately a venture Lindsay, the city girl, would never forget I'm sure, and it's definately not one i'll ever forget Anyways, yeah, this was long, but I figured I'd endulge some of you in the better experiences in life that we in the hills of Kentucky get to go through. With that being said, I'll close with some words of wisdom - "All because it looks easy, doesn't mean you should race to prove yourself right".
Let me give you a background first. I live in Kentucky, which is known ( for those of you outside the US ) to be hillbilly heaven. In other words, people think we walk around with no shoes 24/7 (it's actually only in the summer ), we all listen to country/bluegrass, talk by not ending our sentences ( like 'ya'll neve gon figur ou wa happen th othe da', which we do in some areas ), and are all farmers.
Some of these things are true, but almost all are very true where I live. I live in the Appalacian Mountains in Kentucky. We have mountains, farmers, rednecks, city folk, forests and wildlife like you have never seen, and so much more.
We spent our times outside. Running down hills, in forests, playing tag or rundown, fightening with sticks, cussin like the grownups, etc..
Well one year, my family bought 2 acres out in the country away from the apartments we had lived in for 11 years. It was out in the middle of the country; mountains and ponds surrounded us on all sides. We wouldn't have television for another 3 years, so we spent our time dirt digging, reading, and playing on the computer. This was right around when IBM computers began making their ways to the shelves, and windows 3.1 was fresh on the market.
Up on top of the hill behind our house, we kept our beagles ( they are hunting dogs. just think of Snoopy and you will get the picture ). So, in order to water them and feed them, my sister and I would take turns walking up the hill ( about 50 yards or so ), and feeding/watering them. It would usually take 2 trips : one for the gallon bucket of fresh water, the other for the dog food ).
Eventually, we got used to this job, and instead of carefully walking down the hill, we were able to just run down it ( sometimes full speed if it wasn't muddy ) and knock 5 or 10 minutes off the overall job.
So one day, my sister invited one of her friends to spend the night with us. This girl happend to be a lawyer's girl, who was very petite and lived in the middle of the city ( which wasn't a very big city, only around 3k people. Lexington, KY is a metropolis compared to our town, but nevertheless, her family could afford to live in the city where most of the land was flat ).
So, she comes up and whatnot, gets used to the surroundings and decides she wants to go up on top of the hill to see our beagles. Hearing that she was going up there, I decided to sit outside and watch the game unfold. They walk all the way up to the top of the hill to the beagle's pin. The pin was around 10'x10' ( a contrapsion my father and I had made ), so they coudl actually walk inside and mess around with them. Just as I had expected, Lisa (my sister) had forgotten to inform Lindsay(her friend) that they did, in fact, take dumps in there. So the first thing they do, is jump all over this girl in white clothing and shoes..
It was funny. Seeing my sister try to pull them dogs away from her and hearing her screaming at them. But that was only the beginning. The best was yet to come
So Lindsay finally has enough of "play time with the huntin dogs" and decides that she would like to go back down and play there. So, without thinking, my sister says "Sure, let's go. Race ya!" lol. See, Lindsay had never done this before, and my sister, being the expert as she was, had no problem and made the task look simple. So Lindsay automatically thought the same and tried to follow after lol..
Well, Lisa made it down at about the same time Lindsay was halfway down; just in time too Luck would have it this would be my lucky day, as it had rained and it was muddy. So the first slip and that was all she wrote. Lindsay, unfortunately for her and fortunately for me, fell victim to this.
She seemed to have been going good until she looked up at my sis and I. That was all it took because at one moment she was gleeful, and then the next second BAM! she was rolling down the hill; headfirst at one moment, sideways the next.
By the time she reached the bottom, oh man you shoulda seen her hehe. Hair all matted down with a mixture of blood and mud, clothes torn, eyes twisted... ( she later reminds me of the little girl in Alien 2 that they find running around.. only like x 10 hehe ). All I could do was sit there and wait for the crying to start so I could laugh my ass off.
Praise to the angles and Lord in heaven, she gave us a whopper. Her facial expression escalated from solom to outright rage as she bellowed into the summer sky. My mom ran out to see what had happend, panicing at first, and then trying to muffle laughs herself as she tried to clean her up. Myself, I was laughin so hard I was grounded for a week and stuck in my room ( punishment? ahh, thanks mom This is when I learned DOS and how Windows actually loaded/worked ).
But this was definately a venture Lindsay, the city girl, would never forget I'm sure, and it's definately not one i'll ever forget Anyways, yeah, this was long, but I figured I'd endulge some of you in the better experiences in life that we in the hills of Kentucky get to go through. With that being said, I'll close with some words of wisdom - "All because it looks easy, doesn't mean you should race to prove yourself right".