blog 54

Blog 54

When I was 11, my family and I moved to England. Because of my dad's job he was being transferred to a town outside of London called Harpenden, located in the county of Hartfordshire. We lived their for two years, and I loved it. While their, we were able to travel to many European countries and cities and places. We went to Rome, Paris, Northern Italy, Andorra, Barcelona, Belgium, Germany, the Alps, the Pyrenees, Scotland, Austria and Switzerland. It was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. I loved being emerged into a completely new culture, with traditions different then mine. I played soccer there, went to one of the World Cup games, cheered Wayne Rooney on in the Euro Cup of 2004, went to the Isle of White, saw the cliffs of Dover, the Tower of London, and Hadrian's wall. I went to York and went to the top of one of the world's largest cathedrals.

When I was in third grade in my family and I took a trip to Costa Rica. We drove all over the tiny jungle country and at one point got our jeep stuck in a huge rivet in a road in a town called Kabuya. We were stuck overnight, in the town.

I once wrestled an alligator, killed it, and ate it. I then was struck by lightning, but I caught the bolt, and threw it back at the sky. One time a hurricane was trying to ruin my life, but I said hell no and I kicked it back to New Orleans. When I came to Ohio State, I forgot some of my clothes at home, so I jumped and grabbed a cloud, and rode it to Colorado, parachuted off of it onto a mountain, and jumped to my house. Believe it people, all this shit happened.