RODEOS

Rodeo

It all started when I was five. My father took me to a rodeo in texas to watch his brother break a record of nine minutes. I didn't think too much of it, I was more concerned with my firetruck. As we walked in there was loud noises and lots of people with hats, buckles and lasos. I was a little uneasy with the man in the back with a ciragar that was staring at a woman with short jeans and a shirt that bearly covered herself. But my dad took me by my hand and with one quick motion and had me in his arms. " You ready to see your uncle ride a bull ?! ". I looked around and began to wonder where I was ? " Yea, daddy where are we and why are there people riding animals ? " . Well those animals are mad and we rided em'. " Chad!! Wassup man long time no see. How ya been. Wait hold that thought I gotta get on that bull I talk to you later." David ran to the ring and threw on a vest like object, then hoped on the bull named Fu Bu. Then the buzzered went off and so did the bull. That was the last time I saw David.