I had these three friends that were like cousins when we were little. They actually used to be my stepbrothers well kinda. My dad dated their mom. Anyhow we used to have lots of fun together then my dad got in the reck and I never got to visit them anymore. One story about us is when their mom made stew. It was horrible and we were stubborn, just not stubborn enough. My dad said we had to eat it so we kinda went on a little strick. We ate it after like a the whole day and I think part of the next day. It was that bad. A more recent story is when I saw their mom and I got her number. I texted her and the youngest of the 3 boys taked to me but not the others. I didn't like the oldest anyways he was a jerk and the middle I guess just didn't want to talk to me. Anyhow so we were talking and then I introduced him to Ally and we all talked for a while. Then it all went down and I stopped talking to him. He asked her out...he asked out my best friend...she's my age 14 and he's like 12. Her response?? No. Some say age doesn't matter. But age matters but only when your young or there's like a 10 or more years age gap.
I missed a part. And that where she burnt my life. By her I mean the boys mom, Kally. Like I said not using real names anyhow. She was no good and hurt my dad. Got him beat up is what I've been told. I used to have these big tubes like the ones at McDonald's. I used to have so much fun on them. My dad put a lot of work into them. He didn't make them but he would put them together and take them apart for us. One time he put them around a tree and we would climb through to the top and just sit there. When we were done staring down at how high we were we would slide down. But that's gone now. Along with one of the little trailers we lived in. I remember our Christmas with our whole family. I mean it was just me, my sister, my mom, and my dad but it'd been a while since we'd seen our mom on a holiday and it was nice having the whole family. But Kally burnt that with the tubes and it kinda got to our little trailer. But not much thankfully.
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Randommy story is like anyone else's nothing more. So you may wonder then why write about it?? Well I know that listening to other people's stories helped me so maybe mine will help you. Also I need advice..lots of it...so really this isn't me trying to...