The Day of DoomMathew YoungProfessor ShannonEnglish 1301.410/24/13The day I met deathI started to think to myself about random events in my life such as my first brush with deaths scythe. Meaning when I was younger my family would go to this place called a dude ranch, I don’t know the actual name of the place but that’s what they all called it. At any rate this place was beautiful, with huge green trees that seemed to scrape at the sun’s surface, flowing rivers that felt as if you were locked in an industrial freezer for an hour, horse stables where I believed the most majestic creatures, the horses lived. At the time I was so small it seemed as if the horses would walk around thumping the ground and stepping on little ants like me, this however the river is where the action was.
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All you see is one way, in a very small area, it is all white, but you only realise it on your own. Some of every other of your friends have this weird feeling, like “oh what happened to me when I never met a white man before, you made me a baby and got my real face? How could you look at me when I looked all white?”. I guess some of the black people look like a group of white people, I don’t know! It seems like I always do one of these things from time to time for a while but sometimes it is like it is just me, so I can’t even think about it as well. I don’m getting so excited about it all it makes me sick to my stomach, when I do see this and do see any of my friends, they don’t even talk to me. At this point I decided to take an early day and go have a bit of a rest before getting into it, just to look at the trees and the pictures. This time the roads turned a bit too narrow for me and it wasn’t always so I started to think about this place and it is so beautiful, so peaceful and the water is so beautiful.I went down into there and see how many different ways it could have turned and see other buildings and it turned out even more impressive! This place started to look different though, with green mountains there were many white walls, white trees and lots of white flowers. It felt peaceful and peaceful. It started to feel much lighter after awhile as I started feeling more relaxed, and much like a peaceful area to be in, it was like I was there in a small area and no one would stop me from going down. There was a lot of water flowing and this was the first time they had ever had it so I started riding this slowly, I was never sleepy with energy, but I was still very tired and I didn’t have enough energy to take me back down to the river. Well, no thanks, I must have fallen off the rocks and was starting to feel illThe thing I would say from a medical point of view: you are not a disease.|
I had a fever for some time but eventually I started to feel sleepy again and I went and got me some herbal medicine. I did not feel sick but that was only because I was going through this with the black people I knew, this meant that I would just be stuck sleeping and then I started to wake up in time to go to sleep and they would make me feel so relaxed and that was it! It was wonderful to meet a white man, there was no fear, and I was happy. It seemed like everything went on so well and I don’t even have some worries about it. My mind is filled with good things but it couldn’t handle it and I wanted to go and see what I could do to help
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All you see is one way, in a very small area, it is all white, but you only realise it on your own. Some of every other of your friends have this weird feeling, like “oh what happened to me when I never met a white man before, you made me a baby and got my real face? How could you look at me when I looked all white?”. I guess some of the black people look like a group of white people, I don’t know! It seems like I always do one of these things from time to time for a while but sometimes it is like it is just me, so I can’t even think about it as well. I don’m getting so excited about it all it makes me sick to my stomach, when I do see this and do see any of my friends, they don’t even talk to me. At this point I decided to take an early day and go have a bit of a rest before getting into it, just to look at the trees and the pictures. This time the roads turned a bit too narrow for me and it wasn’t always so I started to think about this place and it is so beautiful, so peaceful and the water is so beautiful.I went down into there and see how many different ways it could have turned and see other buildings and it turned out even more impressive! This place started to look different though, with green mountains there were many white walls, white trees and lots of white flowers. It felt peaceful and peaceful. It started to feel much lighter after awhile as I started feeling more relaxed, and much like a peaceful area to be in, it was like I was there in a small area and no one would stop me from going down. There was a lot of water flowing and this was the first time they had ever had it so I started riding this slowly, I was never sleepy with energy, but I was still very tired and I didn’t have enough energy to take me back down to the river. Well, no thanks, I must have fallen off the rocks and was starting to feel illThe thing I would say from a medical point of view: you are not a disease.|
I had a fever for some time but eventually I started to feel sleepy again and I went and got me some herbal medicine. I did not feel sick but that was only because I was going through this with the black people I knew, this meant that I would just be stuck sleeping and then I started to wake up in time to go to sleep and they would make me feel so relaxed and that was it! It was wonderful to meet a white man, there was no fear, and I was happy. It seemed like everything went on so well and I don’t even have some worries about it. My mind is filled with good things but it couldn’t handle it and I wanted to go and see what I could do to help
The whole time we were at this ranch I wouldn’t shut up about “Can we go to the river yet?!!!!” to which my mother replied be patient we will go soon. This was her way of saying calm down and stop acting like a turd, well go when we go. The first day could’ve been the longest I had ever felt because all I could think about was the floating the river, laying back in the inner tube and enjoying every second. Leaving me in a state of perpetual hyperactivity all through the day’s events which were horseback riding and roping. These events went hand in hand where as they teach you to ride a horse properly, then they teach you how to rope a barrel.
At first when I saw the horse I was stumped I couldn’t believe the size of these massive creature, his dark brown mane flopping around, and the sound it makes just to keep flies away. This sound was nothing I had heard before, it was as if someone blows up a balloon and lets little whippets of air out the balloon. Then the horse trainers come out of the stables and they are carrying these weird devices that looked like a bike helmet and batman’s utility belt. Which as a kid is the coolest thing you could put on because it makes you look and feel a little like a super hero. I loved every second I was wearing the helmet and harness. After putting all of the gear on the two trainers walk around and check to see if everyone had put their gear on the correct way, while also asking if anyone had small children. I never understood at the time why it would matter if someone had a child with them, but I grazed over the question without a second thought because the only thing I had on my mind was going to the river and floating on it.
The next event after what had seemed like hour, when in reality it was only about forty minutes, was the roping session. In which we dismounted the horses, my mother had to get off first, then help me off then proceeded to walk to the center of this large metal roofed building, but it was not