When I was twelve years old or so,I took a trip to Florida with my brother and his girl friend at the time(now his wonderful wife). We went down to take care of my grandfather that was a bit ill at the time,while my grandmother went on a mini vacation with her girlfriends.
To make along story short.
I will draw a visual for you. My grandparents lived in a retirement community. Anyone who was anybody got around on a golf cart.How cool is was at the age of twelve to drive. Who cares if it was just a golf cart.
The day that no one will let me forget:
So from what I remember(I'm sure some of us may remember better then others)I was enjoying a great sun filled day in Florida.Heck I can even remember what I was waring. For the record ,I had my hair in a side pony tail with a white hair tie, a white t-shirt that had the logo from one of our local radio station in Minnesota (KDWB).
See I remember this like it was yesterday.
I was asked to go pick up the mail from the front office. I was out the door so fast. On the golf cart I went to get the mail.I remember stopping and talking to some of the locals on the way back.I took a bit longer then I should have.
Upon my arrival to my grandparents house I thought I would back the golf cart into it's spot.This way it may not look like I was gone so long.It would like someone else had left and came back with the golf cart other then me. So I flipped the cart around and looked behind me to my left. I was good to go. Hit the gas full blast
BING, BANG, BOOM I went.
Seems to me I forgot to look over my right and I backed right into the neighbors parked car.
I remember looking at my brother that came over to see what the commotion was. Then I looked at the car ,then the neighbor of the car I hit had came out .I new I had brook something.This was not good ! I may have said something if I did I don't remember (sorry about that )and I took off crying and running to into the house.
A few things took place after that, I think I just blocked it out.
For nineteen years or so I have head about this event every chance anyone(Tommy:my brother,Lisa:my sister-in-law,even Nathan)ever gets to remind me.I have been crash the golf cart girl for years!
Well about three weeks ago that all changed. The 27 year old(Nathan)and I had the opportunity to go snowmobiling.
Nathan has been befor on a few guided tours in Colorado.
I my self have been twice,both times I have ended up in the hospital
(not by my fault,I was not even driving).So needless to say I was a bit nervous.
Nathan, my brother and his wife talked me into it.
This time I had my own sled to drive.So I guess it could not be that bad or if it is I can only be mad at myself.
We got ready to go, my brother gave us some intense directions.
I was asking alot of questions being I have never done this befor as the driver.

Notice Nathan in this photo above(center red & black jacket),listing to how you need to lean into turns and jumps.Very critical information...
We were off ... I was still a bit nervous.

Tommy(my brother)lead the way. I was in the center and Nathan was in the back.
I was getting used to how to handle the sled, how to lean the right way with out falling. Then we hit a few trails that we were able to open them up on. I found myself smiling and hanging on for dear life to keep up to my brother. We had passed a few other groups as well as a pack of dogs hooked up to a dog sled(quite neat).I would look behind to see if I lost Nathan and most of the time I did so I would slow down and then take off again when he made it up to us.
It felt like we were going for hours but we had only traveled 5 or so miles away from the house. We stoped a local sled hang out and had a few soda's. Listing to all the locals asking where we came from and how are the trials. I guess we looked like pros. It was getting to be dusk so we decided to head back.We started our engines, flipped the lights on and we were off for part two of our adventure.
We zipped threw the trials bobbing and weaving threw the trees. We made it back to an area about a block or so from my brothers house,next here comes a sled zipping by me it was Nathan. I laughed to myself and said now he picks it up.
The next thing I new I went flying by him and I was off, I hit a hill came down a bit harder then I wanted to almost lost the sled and then I saved my landing.
I road off and was almost ready to pee my pants.
I looked back to see what I thought was Nathan... Oh it was Nathan all right ...
Off the sled on its side and him yelling at the the sled or maybe himself(still unsure what he was yelling at).He went off the same hill I did but did not land as smooth as I did.Guess he was not listing to the direction my brother gave us earlier.

After coming off the hill he hit a split rail fence and took part of it down instead of going around it.My brother came back after a few minutes of him realizing we were not behind him any longer to find that his 13 year old son's sled was totaled and Nathan was still standing.My brothers face only said one thing...
How the heck did you do that ??!
Nathan was mad! Really mad ! I have never seen this side of him befor.
All I could do was laugh(he is so cute when he get's that mad).
I gave him a kiss and express to him that I was glad he was OK .
Then laughed more.
After a few hours or so of trying to place the sled back together,we all sat down to dinner.It was quite for sometime.I was still laughing to myself(OK to everyone).Then I said it...
It only took nineteen years...
I will never have to hear about the dam golf cart again.Ahh pay back is great !