It was a smoggy morning. The clouds seemed to float by us if a giant hand was tranquility pushing them. It seemed like a boring day. It wasn't though because I was off to my cousins farm. I was only in second grade. We all loaded our packages in the car and headed out on the road at 11:00 am. I was really excited. I heard about my cousins and really wanted to go there. The thing is I didn't even care to meet them; all i wanted to do was explore the farm. According to my parents they had a pool, a clubhouse, and a go cart track. I especially wanted to go on the go carts. I was jumping on my seat the whole way there, repeatedly asking, are we there yet. We arrived there at dawn. We burst out of the car and the view was amazing. There was a wide lush, green grass, plain and a dark wooden house with glossy round shaped windows. The air was cool and the fresh sun looked like a blazing silver reflection of a bright lemon.
We walked up to the wooden house and before we could even knock the doors opened up, and my aunt invited in to eat lunch with them. The whole time during lunch I kept asking when we could go outside, because it just kept bugging me in my mind. Finally lunch ended and my uncle invited us to see the clubhouse. It was a white brick building and surprisingly it was two stories tall. The first floor looked like an actual place you could live on. there was a sink, a stove, cabinets, and a big fluffy couch and two cushioned chairs. the second floor was just probably meant for a bedroom and an office. There was a red velvet bed and a computer. There was also a miniature television. I left quickly though, mostly because there was nothing to do there. Besides I wanted to see the rest of the farm.
use, I saw a dark green tractor. I ran up close to the tractor and my uncle shouted something "Careful!" I waited for him to catch up and he offered to show me how the tractor worked. He first climbed up the steep steps. I followed. There were lots of levers and buttons. "This one plows the corn," my uncle pointed to a dark lever. He showed me the rest of what the basics worked for the tractor but i again quickly became bored. The sun was sinking in the sky and we all headed back to the house.
That night, we all grilled out. We had tender stake, juicy hamburgers, and bright yellow corn on the cob. My aunt made scrumptious deserts like apple pie, and chocolate and vanilla ice cream. After the sun went down, I drifted off to sleep, on a mattress that my cousins set up for me in the basement.
The next morning, the sun was bright and the sky was deep blue. We all sat on the porch and had breakfast of french toast, eggs, and bacon. I was feeling really peaceful and relaxed. "Want to take a spin on the go carts?" i turned around and saw my uncle grinning. My instant reaction was yes. He led me to the sandy go cart track while everyone else stayed back on the porch. The go cart was dark blue and had dark black wheels. I excitedly hopped in and noticed one problem, "How does this work?"
I asked. “Well you use the steering wheel to maneuver, the left pedal to go, and the right to stop”, my uncle said. Like this, I said, and took off. At first I wasn’t even on the track, I was pulling and twisting the steering wheel, trying to get control. The field was rough and bumpy. I made a sharp left turn and hit a huge bump. The go-cart flipped over, smashing me to the ground. I was feeling dazed when something spinning landed on my arm. My arm started burning, it felt scorched and I let out a loud shriek of pain. I looked at my arm and it was swelling quickly, turning a dark shade of purple in minutes. I felt hands pick me up but I was too hurt and confused to speak. I was laid on a couch and a cold ice pack was put on my arm.
I must have fallen asleep quickly, as the next thing I knew I was waking up, and the sun was shining brightly in my eyes. “Good Morning”, I looked around and saw my mom sitting next to me. She had a glass of water in her hands. She offered it to me and I drank thankfully. She left me briefly and I rested and watched TV. the rest of the day. I looked at my arm, the swelling died down a little bit, but it was still pretty big. The whole day my meals were served and everything was done for me. I was able to move my arm on the third day, which was the day that I was leaving to go home. We said our farewells, and left. Even though I was in a lot of pain at the time, I couldn't’t wait to come back and visit the farm again!
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