I remember my first trip... I was working that weekend.. It was Memorial day weekend... and I got so bombed that last night i was there... slept for one hour, then my friends uncle took us to Kellys island... i was so tired that i passed out on the back of the golf cart... Of course, i was facing backwards, and my friend caught me just as i was about to fall off... Uncle Larry knew that i was beat... he made us walk all over this one park, and took us all over the island... Finally, he took us to eat... I felt like i couldve eaten everythign in sight! I felt better on the drive home, because i knew i was an hour away from my bed! That just started me on the kick to go up there all the time!
Hey! Who took the cork off my lunch??!