This weekend i went camping. We went to five mile. My dad cut off the top of his finger setting up our tent trailer. We where only 30 miles away from home. So my dad had to go home and find some new parts to hook up out propain bottel. So we where the only ones there and we where starving. So we cooked hot dogs on a stick over the fire. This was on Friday.
On Saturday we went home when we got done eating breakfast we went home and showered,then we went back to the camp sight. When we got back i rode my eighty. Then i got my foot foot ran over by our threewheeler. Then i rode my brothers eighty. mine is a four stroke and his is a two stroke.
Whilem i was riding my brothers eighty my brother was riding the threewheeler, then he crashed into the tree and then blamed it on the bumps on the ground that he went over. My brother forgot to put on his helmet while he was riding so a sheriff followed him back to camp, But she didn't give him a ticket. Then my moms friend and her family came and her friends husband and my dad went on a ride on their dirtbikes.
When they got back we went to our other friends trailer and made cookies and watched Elf. After that we made smore's and played a game. then we sat next to the fire and went to bed.
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