Tree Memory

One memory I had with a tree is when Mr. Lax, Taylor, my dad, and I went golfing. When our dads were on the course, they said Taylor and I can take the golf carts for a ride. When we were driving, Taylor wanted to go into the cemetery, but I didn’t know that and I was in front of her, so while she was turning she was looking and calling for me. While she wasn’t looking, she crashed right into a tree! When I heard a big “BOOM,” I turned to see what it was and it was Taylor in the tree. When I turned around, I went over to Taylor to see if she was okay and she was. After that went back we told our dads what happened and they said just be a little more careful. that is my memory of a tree!

--Nicole Umberto