When I was younger I absolutely loved riding four-wheeler all around my house. It was all I ever wanted to do. One day my dad asked me around the dinner table if I wanted to go with him and a couple other riding. I was so happy I ran around as fast as I could as though I was a mouse running from a cat. Then the day finally came. It was enjoyable other than bouncing on rocks all day long. After a couple hours of riding even a bumpy four-wheeler ride can make you feel like resting. I slowly clonked out up against my dad’s back, and woke up later to find my dad jumping off the four-wheeler while leaving me on it in the middle of a big puddle. I was calling out to my dad, “dad, dad!” until he explained what was happening. Them my dad tied a rope to another four-wheeler and told me to hang on. The first few feet were intense. I turned the wheels straight as they pushed through the mud. Eventually I was rescued. I gave my dad a big hug to resemble my gratitude. It was all worth it.