Since I was little it seemed I had a knack for getting myself into situations or what I call "adventures" and the older I got those "adventures" followed me. These "adventures" range from getting the farm animals drunk on homemade wine; memories of mom and dad; recipes my mom made and then my older years that include the day my hand got stuck in the bank drive thru, the day the bull ran loose in town and then the day they thought Belk's was being robbed by a balloon. Of course as the stories unfolded we didn't think they were so funny, but at every get together it had became a tradition that I told some of these stories and add any new "adventures" I had gotten into since the last get together. Even though it seemed I was always at the center these "adventures" they made good memories of my family and friends and I wouldn't trade a one of them. Not to mention all the laughs we have had over the years as these stories have been told over and over again.