i once took all my friends to a secluded part of the island on our bikes. we were fooling sround on sea cliffs that were very easy to break off of the island and into the ocean. we did not let our parents know. that place is also known to house some creepy hobo devil worshipers (no joke) we were then ready to lieave for home when my curiousity got me and a saw a skinny trail, i told my friends that we should take that way so we did. i didnt know where i was going and we were far from home and civilization itself, the trail was very ruff going through a thicket of jungle and up and down hills. just when i thought we were coming to the end of the trail we heard a gunshot in the not to far distance we ran as we heard dogs coming out barking"screw are bikes" i said and we jumped off it but did not abanden it instead we ran with it. the sounds died out as so did the sound we final came out of the thicket next ti a giant pile of rocks. we walked through a grass field and eventually saw a hghway. we hoped on are bikes and road back home, only to find that one of my friends had to go somewhere with his parents hours ago. he was in deep trouble.i was not however. hehe
anyway it was scary as i thought back about it as what could of happened to my friends and myself. i am much smarter now as it was years ago. i was quite andevtures at the time. hey at least i brought them all back alive.
