Chicago

OK sorry I know it's been a few days since I left Chicago, but I haven't really done anything since then so I should finish this post. For my two days in Chicago the first thing that we did was see the bean and   the two fountains, they were both really cool but I had seen more pictures of the bean so I think it was better to see that then the fountains, but the fact that the fountains projected images on them was very cool.

 The second day we went to the Museum of sScience and Industry and on an architecture tour. On the tour we looked at a lot of famous buildings like the corn cobs and the Jon Handcock building, pictured above. The museum was awesome. My favorite exibxit was the Myth-Busters exibit. Myth-Busters is a TV show, that I've seen a few times, where they test myths to see whether they are real or not. The exhibit is split into two parts, the do it yourself part and the show. The do it your self part had a bunch of things that you could do on your own like throw a card, dodge a bullet, hang off a cliff, pull the table cloth out from under dishes and more! The show had two parts, one where you would test the reflexes of a volunteer and one were the fastest volunteer would dodge a paint ball.

I volunteered (because my mom forced me to) to go up with two other people and test my reflexes against theirs. They would give us a light or sound signal and then we would push our buzzer, whoever was fastest got to dodge a paint ball... I won. I got a big long coat, goggles, and a riot shield.  I had to and try to dodge a paint ball. I was able to dodge it with a .7 second delay between the sound and the paint ball being fired.  I got to go up on stage and have fun so I really enjoyed it.         

I will post when something happens connor 

Last day in Iowa

I apologies for not posting in a while but I have been playing with my cousins a lot. The day before yesterday we went on a bike trip, on a trail that ran next to a river. There weren’t that many hills and it was almost all paved, but we made a few wrong turns so it was pretty long. We only stopped twice, once for lunch, and once on a playground. The lunch was good and we all found something to eat. The playground was OK except there was a poop stain on one of the slides (yes we know it was poop, Devin did a taste test)

    Yesterday we went to a water park called “ Lost Island” It was HUGE, and had long lines. Some of my favorite slides were the toilet bowl, a giant funnel and one that looked like a roller coaster but was run by magnets were you jumped off the track and rode upward, and a red slide were you dropped four stories at an almost 90 degree angle.

It was also fun just to hang around with them and I will miss them… until they come to Connecticut next Thursday.     

Connor 

IOWA (day 1)

Today was my first whole day in Iowa. I played with my cousins and had a great time. The highlights of the day were "scratch" a cupcake store and, "the falls" a water park.

Scratch was a store that sold gourmet cupcakes. They had so many flavors, like... lemon-raspberry, cookies and cream, snickers and salted carmel. I loved the cookies and cream frosting on my cupcake and would gladly go back.

The Falls is a relatively small water park, full of lots of cool slides and a pool. My favorite slide was red and at the end had a drop off to let you splash into the water. They also had a concrete platform up 15 feet off the ground that we could jump and flip off of. The landing sometimes hurt, but we had a lot of fun.

I can't wait for day two

Connor

Niagara Falls

Maid of the Mist Video

Video of Connor and Aidan at the Indoor sky diving.

Niagara Falls

My family is driving out to Iowa to see my cousins, I am so exited but on the way up we stopped at Niagara Falls.  After crossing the American/Canadian border, dropping off our luggage at the hotel and walking to Niagara Falls, my family went on a boat ride called Maid of the mist where you were given a blue poncho and put on a boat that drives very close to the falls soaking everyone with the “mist” from the falls, only my hair and neckline got wet because of my poncho but my mom didn’t put hers on and she got soaked, it was a good thing it was a hot day, so we dried off pretty quick, and were in need of some cooling down.

The next thing that we did was go into an underground tunnel system called “Journey Behind the Falls” in which you walk in tunnels behind the falls and look up very close to the falls (again, getting us soaked) through fenced off portals and an up close observation deck.

After that we did something AWESOME go indoor skydiving. Indoor skydiving is where you go inside of a wind tunnel and float like you’re actually skydiving, it was hard at first but I really enjoyed it and got the hang of it towards the end, I could even go without the instructor helping me maintain balance midair. Aidan did it to and he was good at it as well. That was the high point of my day because I felt like I could fly.

In order to overcome my fear of those death traps called Ferris wheels I went on a relatively safe one called the sky wheel. The reason it was kind of safe was because it was a technologically advanced model run by a computer instead of the minimum wage teenagers who frankly were not paying enough attention to their job. You were in an enclosed space with classical music playing and after going around a few times I felt mostly OK, the only thing that put me on edge was my Dad who despite the obvious warning signs found it necessary to constantly go very close to leaning on the door.

  

I enjoyed the Falls especially when they were light up at night and when there were rainbows (which we saw like 4 of) but I can’t wait to see my cousins.

Connor

  

the Park River

On Fathers Day, my Dad, some guy named Bob, and I went canoeing down the park river, a 9 mile underground conduit in Hartford. We had been preparing months in advance and  on Fathers Day we were ready.  We had lights, helmets, a water proof camera, life jackets,  shoes, and a vuvuzela (one of those plastic horns that was banned from the World Cup).  We laid out the canoe, put our stuff on and were ready to go, we even met up with Bob, a guy who was also going down the Park River anyways and said he would come with us.  We were almost set to go and then we realized that we had forgotten the lights at home.

After we drove home to get the flashlights,  we rode upstream in through the south tunnel with me paddling and my Dad canoe poling (You stand up in the center of a canoe with a twelve foot long pole and push off the bottom to go upstream).  We went all the way through the river only stopping to play with my vuvuzela, ride a bike, look at a car and look at an underground pump room. 

I blew into my vuvuzela and it echoed for 26 seconds! Isn't that awesome, 26 seconds... really! The video does not do it credit, the camera  is in a closed plastic waterproof case on my Dad's head so the sound isn't the greatest. We found an old small bike with no brakes and no working pedals covered in sea weed, that I picked up and rode around in a circle on the side of an under ground river. Another great find was a half exposed half submerged car that some people likely stole and then drove down into the river, crashed it and ran off, letting the water move it deeper into the tunnel over time.

I had an AWESOME time going down the river and would gladly go back.   Check out some of the videos.

more soon Connor  

    

P.S.  up next "Iowa"

short story

OK I haven't really been doing all that much, so I haven't posted anything, but I have to post SOMETHING so I decided to post my short story from english that I got an A+ on, it's called "return of the Phoenix" hope you like it.
Mark sat alone in the corner of a bar.  He wore a tattered brown cloak over his face and kept his head down; so far he had achieved his goal of attracting no attention.  He had reached out one muscular hand for his water glass, when a large fist caught and held his arm. He looked up into the face of another cloaked man, and using his free hand, Mark raised the corner of the stranger’s hood enough to reveal the right side of the stranger’s face. What he saw was a slight smile, an eye patch, and the narrow face of an old friend. “Abram?” he said with a tone of surprise.              The man responded, “Only if this is Lord Oren of Uxor.”
“I no longer go by that name. Oren has passed on and I am but the few pieces left that have yet to fall into hell. Call me Mark.” During a silent break in their conversation, Mark removed his hood.Abram gazed at Mark’s face, examining the new scars and his long, dirty, dried blond hair. He looked at his neck and the dried blood on his cheek.  “You could use a formal bath and a haircut,” said Abram. “And you a shave my friend,” said Mark, gesturing to Abram’s newfound beard.  They both laughed for a moment and then looked outside, Mark with sad ocean blue eyes used to watching death, and Abram with one curious eye. Outside they saw the crumpled remains of their kingdom. “Where were you the last two years,” Abram asked, “and why have you come back now?”  Mark did not respond for he was deep in thought. Abram looked down at the wood table and Mark looked outside. Outside he saw the remanants of the city.            He looked at the buildings and saw the chunks of stone that used to make up his city. It was all gone now, his whole kingdom. His realm had fallen two years ago. And now he had recovered his senses, come out of his cave and wandered back to his city. He came back and he found his land dead, taken over by the Malus and their leader, Kozak.
Mark’s thoughts were interrupted by the scream of a young child. He stood up and pushed his chair backwards abruptly, making a screeching noise on the floor. Everyone in the bar turned, stopped talking and looked at him.He knew half of these men. At one time they were his soldiers, his knights. At this point, he hoped they were too drunk to recognize him.  If they did, would they kill him, greet him, or worst of all, show him what pain he had caused them all.  He had already seen enough and wished to suffer no more.He quickly flipped up his hood and ran outside, following the scream. He knew the streets better than anyone. He had walked them many times and knew all of the old back roads.  He followed the sound at a sprint, looking for any remains of original buildings to tell him he hadn’t completely failed by losing the war. He saw none; he then took a corner on to an open street and saw the scene.A fat man stood holding a young boy, no more than eight, in his hands shaking him back and forth by the neck, so hard that the fat man’s corpulent cheeks shook as he did so. The child screamed and the man shook harder, shouting, “You dirty pickpocket!” repeatedly.  The man was shouting and spiting in the bony ragged child’s face, “That’s the last time you steal my money pouch!” Mark lunged forward towards the pair and caught the man in his arm. He then pushed the man away from the child and caught the young one before he dropped to the ground with dizziness. Then the full effects of the pain came on as the boy bent over and dry heaved onto the dirt.Mark bent over and picked up the money pouch.  He dumped most of the silver and gold coins at the feet of the boy, then walked over to the man who had not tried to get up at all, tossed the money pouch on his large haystack shaped stomach and spit on his face. The man laid there stunned at what had just happened, with his mouth open like a fool. Mark just walked away.That night Abram led mark to a place where the poor villagers eat and sleep “The safe house is right up ahead,” said Abram gesturing towards a small, apparently abandoned, house in the forest. If one looked hard, a stone with the royal crest carved onto it was clearly visible. Mark followed him for about a quarter of a mile of uneventful forest trail. His thoughts were on Kozak. Kozak had fought against him in the war and was the leader of the Malus. Mark’s last hours in the war were fought against Kozak. Mark fought with skill for the first few minutes but soon after that he became tired and his strikes became easier and easier to block. For about fifteen minutes, Kozak blocked off all his attacks without ever striking back; he wanted to prolong the war and the killing. Kozak was the kind of person who liked killing; he liked torturing and pain because he wanted to see how the person reacted to all of it. Kozak would prolong a battle as long as he could, so he could watch the energy drain from the person. Then he would kill the person, never two the same way. He liked to see how long it would take the person to die. He would slice them once in a weak spot and then watch as the doomed victim desperately tried to stop his own death. Kozak did not believe he was evil, he thought of himself as a scholar of sorts, testing theories, and judging reactions.
            “We’re here,” said Abram gesturing to a large wooden hut with about twelve other ragged people inside of it. This was where they would sleep tonight. On the floor of a hut with twelve other people. “It’s better than a cave,” thought Mark.Mark woke up to the sound of a cough. It sounded scratchy and hoarse. Another cough of the same nature immediately followed it. As Mark opened his eyes and rose up off his mat on the dirt floor, he looked towards the corner of the room and saw a thin old man. He could see where his bones were poking through his baggy flesh, his eyeballs seemed sucked into his pale face and his mouth hung ajar with rapid gasping breaths emanating from it that made his long beard shake.By this time, three other people had awoken from their rest to look at the effects of this man’s consumption. Two had gone to help him, and one looked annoyed that he had been woken up twice in the same night for the same useless old man.  The man was at the doorstep of death; Mark could do nothing but sit and watch.That day after the others had all left the safe house to go and work, Mark helped the poor old man out of his corner and carried him into Town Square. The man weighed almost nothing. Mark put him down and bought him an apple; he did not know how long it had been since the man had last had food, it took almost all of the sick man’s strength to take a bite.A well-dressed Malus man opened a door near to where the sick man was sitting. It collided with the poor ragged man’s ankle and because the door stopped, the rich Malus man stumbled.“How dare you trip one of the royal guard,” said the rich man before he sent a muscular backhand towards the sick one’s face. It collided at maximum speed with his jaw and created a loud snapping sound that Mark could only assume was the breaking of bone. The sick man fell to the ground moaning and coughing in the dirt, only to have the rich man kick him in his ribs. The crack was defining; the man took a long breath in and then gasped towards the sky, writhing in agonizing pain.
            Mark looked over at the rich guard and said in a soft tone, “Even one of the royal guard should not punish an old sick man twice for the same offence, you son of a canis.” The rich guard puffed out his chest and opened his mouth to respond but was punched hard in his gut before he could say anything.             “You’re going to regret what you just did, you filthy street rat,” said the rich man reaching onto the back of his belt and pulling out a small sharp glittering dagger.
Mark replied, “Your wealth has made you a fool. Prepare to meet your better.”            The man screamed and lunged in with his dagger. Mark dodged and brought his hands on either side of the man’s arm, then he slammed both of his hands as hard as he could against the man’s right knife arm. The force of this shattered his bones and caused him to drop his jeweled weapon to the ground. Mark then threw two punches to the guard’s face, breaking his jaw and stunning him. Mark grabbed the stunned man and kneed him multiple times in the ribs, face and neck. The man had had enough; Mark dropped him to the ground and looked over at the dead body of the old man. He then picked the old man up and brought him to the forest to be buried.            That night Mark found Abram and said, “My friend, I can take no more of this torture, these people need their kingdom back. It is time to rebel.”  Word of citizens standing up for themselves and others spread through rumors, inspiring hope of rebellion amongst the people.  Because of Abram’s connections with the people, the attendance at the field to listen to Abram speak was tremendous.Abram walked up to the top of a small hill and took a deep breath. He said “Fellow countrymen, I salute you all for coming here on this morning. Over the past two years, our country has been ransacked, our homes burned and our children slaughtered, but no longer! When the Malus men invaded, they were strong, but now after two years of living off our pain, they’ve grown fat and idle.” Abram was interrupted by a tall man with dark brown hair and a scar covering his nose and down into his lip.“If we rush into battle, then we will all die!” exclaimed the man with a scared tone in his voice.
“Yes, some of you may, but are they not killing you now, only slower?” said Abram. “If we do not fight now, we will all be dead within three years, and those three years would be full of pain, starvation, and loss. If we strike now, we will have surprise, courage and God on our side. The longer we wait the weaker we will become. Battle now and you may die, but it would be with glory. Don’t wait until three years from now when you are lying on your deathbed wishing you had had the courage to do what must be done today. Don’t let those who come and die fighting, die in vain. Make the Malus pay ten fold for every drop of blood.  Let us be victorious, and we may let our flag fly in the air with the pride of being free people. So are you with me?”“Aye!” shouted the whole crowd.  “Kozak, my lord, the citizens have started a rebellion!” yelled an overweight man before clumsily falling down and bowing at his feet.
“Why do you bring me such horrible news messenger?” Kozak said reaching toward the back of his belt. “Every messenger says the same thing; is there no other news?” he said while simultaneously pulling out a knife and splitting the fat man’s throat.  Before he was even aware of the pain he was in, the man was dead. “Come clean the floors you scullery maid, they already have enough stains on them.”    Mark watched as the army of the Malus walked out onto the field. They seemed organized with fancy armor and jeweled swords and shields decorated with long red snakes coiled in the attack position. They looked organized compared to Mark’s army of rag-tag warriors and knights wearing mismatched armor and holding chipped wooden tower shields. The armies stood still for a moment, looking at each other for what could be the last time. Mark looked to Abram and Abram looked back at him with sadness in his one good eye. He then straightened up and shouted “For our King Oren!” and charged. He was followed by hundreds of people shouting and sprinting towards what would likely be their doom. Then the two armies collided and the battle began.
            The sounds of people shouting, clanging of armor, clashing of swords, screams of victory and yells of pain, all went in slow motion for Mark. He blocked a sword coming for his head and sliced a Malus man across his large stomach. He ducked a swinging mace and cut a man across an exposed spot in his armor over both of his ankles causing him to fall to the ground and be trampled to death. Mark blocked an arrow with his shield and then tossed his shield to Abram, who had dropped his on the ground. He then picked up a leather handled, long shining blade off the ground and swung both of his swords at a Malus man’s neck.            Mark fought like he had never fought before; he fought with determination to win and without fear of death.  He was strong and brave; he would win this battle for his county, his kingdom. For he was their king and he would restore his honor and end what he had started.            Mark then spotted the source of his prior demises and lunged for Kozak with one of his swords. Kozak easily flicked it off, sending Mark off balance and causing him to fall forward onto Kozak’s sword. Mark hit Kozak’s sword just enough to knock it away and avoid being impaled. Kozak was in momentary shock, and seizing the opportunity Mark threw an extremely fast backhand, hitting Kozak’s armored face with the hilt of his sword. Kozak bent forward, surprised by the blow, and Mark raised up both of his swords to strike, but was kicked in the back by a short hefty man with large scared eyes with tears coming out of them. Kozak was scared of this man he had been fighting. He had never been hit like this before; this man fought very well. Kozak did not want to be hit again so he ran. Mark raised his sword slowly, and the fat man who had kicked him started to whimper and go down on his knees whispering “Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy.” Mark looked over at the cowardly man. He had closed his eyes in anticipation of the death that would follow. Mark looked at him for a second and then kicked him in his face, knocking him out and leaving him there on the field. He could walk back to his own kingdom once this war was over.            Mark fought his way back over to Kozak, kicking, slicing, and blocking until he had cleared a path to his enemy.  He looked over and saw Kozak kill three of his knights, his former friends. Mark had caused them this pain and they had followed him into battle for the last time. Mark sprinted towards Kozak and lunged.            Kozak dived to get out of the way, and he hit the ground hard. He rolled away in the nick of time, barely avoiding a hard strike from Mark. Kozak could not rise to his feet; he crawled away from each of Mark’s fast strikes. He was powerless. He didn’t stand a chance.            Mark had all of his attention on Kozak, he focused on nothing but him. Kozak had made a point of staying in a continuous pattern but Mark had not noticed, Kozak then stopped crawling and pushed backwards tripping Mark. Kozak then jumped up and broke out in a fast sprint; he ran towards a hill, and he let nobody get in his way. His killed every one in his path either friend or foe. Behind him laid a trail of corpses and a river a blood as he ran and killed everyone. This man was insane and he had to die. Mark had to win.            Kozak reached a cliff and stopped abruptly, causing rocks to fall over the edge. He stood still for a few moments and then turned around with enough time to watch Mark catch up with him. Kozak laughed as he looked at the trail of bodies he left to bleed on the grass. He saw Mark and thought it would be nice to have his body hang off the ceiling in his throne room. He chuckled to himself and threw a slice towards Mark’s hand.
             Mark blocked the strike with both of his swords and threw a strong backhand towards Kozak’s neck.  Kozak lifted his shield and pushed with all of his momentum towards the sword. The shield and sword collided, and Mark’s blade shattered like glass. Kozak laughed and then threw his shield over the cliff and said; “Now we fight like men, fair, sword to sword.” Mark thought Kozak was crazy; he just gave up his one edge at winning.  Kozak suddenly lunged at him and Mark was unable to block the blow quickly enough.            The sword collided with an exposed spot near his chest. Mark was hit, and he was bleeding badly. He dropped his sword and fell down on one knee holding both his hands over his wound. Kozak slowly pulled his blade out of Mark’s side and laugh hysterically. “I must give you credit stranger, you fight like a king,” said Kozak.
            Mark slowly and shakily reached down for his blade and stood up. “Not too far off with that,” said Mark taking off his helmet and flipping back his hair. “I am Lord Oren of Uxor and this time when I die, you’re coming with me.”            “You,” whispered Kozak; his mouth open. “How?” Mark sliced down through Kozak’s neck to the center of his chest. Kozak gasped, and then fell to the ground, the stunned expression forever on his face. Mark watched Kozak fall and then lost strength in his knees, fell, and died looking into Kozak’s lifeless face.

            After Kozak’s death, the Malus were easily defeated and sent back to their own kingdom.  The title of King was given to Abram, as he was the past king’s closest friend, and since Mark had no children. Abram took on the task of rebuilding the kingdom and built a statue of Oren in the town center.  He lived a long and peaceful life.  He even married and had one son, Forton, who became king after Abram died of old age. Stories about the return of Oren were told, yet scarcely believed. But if one was to look close at the base of his statue he could read “surrexit de praeterito cinerem rediit honeste mori” translated it means “He rose from the ashes of his past and returned to die with honor.” well thats it.Connor 

black eyed sallies

Last night I went to a restaurant called black eyed sallies for dinner and a jazz show. The food was great, especially the corn bread that they brought out before the meal, that was delicious. But my favorite part was the jazz show. they played a lot of good songs and their was one AMAZING player on soprano saxophone, he had three solos and rocked all of them. It was a good experience and I would do it again.
                    Connor  

weekend of awesomeness

The fist thing I did this weekend was go to a one woman performance at the Mark Twain House of the show "They called me lizzie". It was about a  slave girl named Elizabeth Keckley who grows up, writes a book, and becomes the seamstress to Mary Todd Lincoln, the first lady. She remarks on her life, both about slavery as a child and about sewing and dressmaking for the president's family, with power and grace earning it the tittle of great show. I studied this time period in history and I knew a lot of the facts and background information necessary to enjoy the show, but I knew almost none of the social stories of the Lincoln family. I really enjoyed it.

The second thing I did this weekend was go to an 8 hour Modern Arnis camp. Modern Arnis is the Filipino stick fighting style I do. I learned so much I thought my brain would explode, from all of the awesome knowledge. It was great being introduced to new information and new styles It was my first time at a camp and I thoroughly enjoyed all of it. I would do it again if one came to Connecticut.

The Third thing I did was go to a red sox game, for my birthday. My birthday is in april but for my birthday my Mom got me tickets to a summer red sox game agist the Washington Nationals. I had a great time, watching the game and eating TONS of junk food. My favorite player David Ortiz (#34 big papi) hit a home run right in front of my eyes. it was great getting to see all of the players I watch on TV. even though they lost it was a close game of 2:3.

post more soon
  
                          Connor

SUMMER IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Summer has finally started and this first week off has been a banner week for me. I started it being lazy, just sitting on the couch and watching Monk, Dr.Who and Firefly. I think I earned a few days of that, for taking exams and everything, but eventually, I had to study for an evening test coming up in Modern Arnis, the Filipino stick fighting style I do.  A lot of the stuff that I had to know, I already knew, either from karate or from the weekly classes. The two big things I had to learn were, counting in Tagalong and the kata, Anyo Isa. I managed to learn both of them for wednesday, and was promoted to the third level, low blue!!!! My CV is gonna be crazy...

My cat Mimi is driving me insane , my Dad is working nights and likes to sleep from 7:15 to 2:00 if he can. But to avoid being woken up, he has been sleeping in the pool room. Mimi LOVES the pool room. She only comes out for food and the litter box somedays, and now she can't go out there, because she would wake Dad. There is some disagreement on that point. She sits in front of the door and meows loud and obnoxiously every 2 seconds. I can't wait for my dad to get up.

I have also gone to Halls Archery twice this week with my Dad.  The first time we shot at a small target of a "squirrel". The second time we did the DSS dart system. The DSS was a projecting screen in the back of the room with videos of deer and elk walking across it.  We had to shoot our arrows to virtually "kill" the animal without actually hurting anything.  The most humanly, the cleaner the shot,  and the closest to the animal's vital organs your shot was the more points you got. Imagine a wii game with real arrows and no one actually getting injured.  My dad beat me by 200 points but 92 isn't a horrible score for my first time.  

I'm looking forward to another summer of blog posts.

      until then,  Connor

End of summer blog post

O.K. first of all I'd like to apologize for not posting in weeks. I have a lot of things to blog about since V.B the worst of them being that I got a palate expander - a stupid piece of metal stuck in my mouth that I had to wind with a wrench. I don't have to wind any more but it's still in my mouth.

I also had two weeks of swimming lessons which were surprisingly easy because I did swim team at school. I learned the butterfly and got better with all my strokes and passed all of the lessons. Next year I am doing Jr. lifesaving.

My dad competed in the dragon boat races for his work team the "Jefferson Radiators" and did O.K. considering they were up against club teams.

We went to see our neighbors summer home up in Rhode Island it was fun and Aidan really missed Owen for the whole summer and it was nice to see the family again. We went out on their boat a few times and did water slides.

As many of you know there was a hurricane that swept the east coast of America and we were hit by it. We were not harmed in any way at all. A few of our neighbors don't have power and we've been helping them out a little bit, to us it was just a big rain storm. We stayed inside and there was no problem. I spent most of the hurricane working on my boat.

As a few of you know, I have been building a "Fairwind 900" RC sail boat in the basement with my dad. We painted it and now we have the radio controls running and are almost done with it. I am going to call it "Tranquility". The RC only adjusts the rudder and the boom so it has to be a windy day for it to work. I am building this so I'll be ready to go sailing with my grandfather this september. I'll post about the sailing too during the school year.

Overall this was a summer to remember. Post more next summer

Hello blog readers, yesterday was Friday, the last full day of VB (AWWww!) and we spent it jumping the HUGE waves that were there (so much for stand up paddling). The waves were up to 8 feet sometimes! We tried to boogie board them but fell over at almost every wave. That was very fun but got us very tired.

As many of you know when we go to VB, we always have a polite contest And every year we get a prize at the end of it. This year we got a t-shirt that says, “HEDGEHOGS why don’t they just share the hedge? And under the saying, a picture of a hedgehog saying “No.” That is the coolest shirt ever. After going to get ice cream, we went almost straight to bed, only to wake up having to leave. We were all very sad to go but knew we had to. I’m really going to miss it and the Muellers.