It was June 7th, the last day of 6th grade. Just like every other morning while I was in middle school I woke up to my alarm at 6:15 and clicked the snooze button until it was just about at seven in the morning .Always pushing myself to rush my morning. This morning instead of riding the bus like I usually did, I had convinced my father to drive me to school to drop me off along with my bike. A group of four friends and I planned on biking after school to my friend Joe’s house to stay the night, as well as a couple other things for the day. Before I had gotten down the stairs and to the truck my father had already thrown my bike in the trunk of our F-150. When we reached the school, I was grabbing my bag. While my father was pulling the bike out of the truck. My father walked me over to the bike rack, along with my bike and he chained it up for me. After that I told him I loved him. Just like what most people say to there parent before they leave. He left for work and I went about the usual last day of school the pointless saying goodbye to friends and teachers we would most likely not see during our summer. Signing every ones year books, the thing I never bothered to ask my dad to buy me. Sense it was the last day of school it was a half day. I would not be pointlessly stuck at school for a full day.
School had just finally ended and it was still only eleven. It still hasn't even reached lunch yet. I had the whole day with my friends, I was excited. Joe told us he wanted to show us someplace cool. I walked over to the bike rack heading over to meet up with my four friends Joe, Jared, Scott, and Dylan. I unlocked my bike and put the lock in my bag. It was a new bike it was beautiful, it was orange. this would have only been my third time riding it. There was not a single scratch on this bike it was in perfect condition. “Are you guys ready?” Joe asked. We all responded with a yeah or a sure. We started off on our excursion. We rode down Robin’s road passing the highway until we reached lake shore. We had taken a left and continued south towards rosy mound park. Joe lead the group sense he was the one taking us to yet still an unknown place that I guess must be pretty cool.
We rode up into rosy mound park. “Joe we've all been here before there’s nothing all that interesting about the park” Scott said to Joe. “Oh just wait guys, It’s going to be pretty cool.” We got off at the bike rack. “I don’t have a lock can someone lock mine up with there’s?” Dylan said. I responded “Ill lock mine up with yours, the chain is pretty long.” “Alright guys we are going to go head this way.” We walked along the trail for like twenty-five feet. The Joe looked around real quick and then darted of the trail into the trees. I was the fastest of the group so it took me longer than a second to catch up with him. Dylan was slow so he fell behind a little bit. One we reached the trees we started walking again. We reached the end of a park and came across a steel fence. Joe looked towards us “We need to find a hole in the fence.” I replied with a “why?” “Just wait.” We walked toward the direction of the lake, along the fence preventing us from leaving the park. As we walked we came across a hole in the fence not terribly large but just big enough for all of us to fit through. Joe toke his bag and tossed it over the fence, “just throw them over they probably won’t fit through the fence.” We followed Joe’s actions and tossed the bags over the fence one by one each of us went thought the fence, Starting with Joe and ending with Dylan. We walked north towards the town for about twenty yards to see a massive hill that was fairly steep. “Alright, I’m going to scout ahead and I’ll let you know when to come up” Joe started heading towards the top of the hill, we didn't want to wait for Joe so slowly we all started our ways up the large hill. Jared was being a try hard and was climbing fast at first but quickly slowed down. After Jared there was Scott, then Dylan followed behind, and not far from him was me. Joe walks back over the hill to look down on us “we’re clear to go up.” I thought well I am the fastest out of the group shouldn't I be up with Joe by now. So I took off climbing the hill like a beast. Don’t get me wrong the hill was big, I passed Dylan, Scott, and then Jared, about the time I reached three quarter of the way I felt tired and started to slow down, I stopper for about thirty seconds next to a tree and looked down on the other three. I turned to look back up the hill and decided I might as well just power through the rest. So yet again I took off up the hill and when finally reaching the top I looked around for Joe. I noticed him to my right walking up a shallow hill on my right though a few bushes. I wasn't completely exhausted yet so for that last little bit I jogged over to Joe slipping through the bushes with my bag on.
I came through the bushes to see Joe throwing his shoes and sock on the ground. I was standing looking at massive sand dunes. Absolutely clear of almost every thing there was no beach grass or sticks and logs. It was sunny and very clear, the area was big and open. From the top of that hill you could see all of downtown. "Come on man" I hoped over a little log that was there at the edge of the woods, tossed my shoes and socks into the warm sand. Out of excitement I had already forgotten that I was already tired from trying to catch up to Joe. I ran following Joe, "jump while running down, you go so far!" I jumped in the air while running down the dunes, I only went about five feet out but at the steepness of the hill I swear I dropped ten feet hitting the soft sand not feeling a thing. Every time I jumped the hole way down just left being feeling more and more excited to jump again. The ten foot drops were the coolest thing ever, you wouldn't feel pain or any thing from the fall. When we finally hit the bottom I looked over at Joe and said "this is freaking awesome." " I said you guys would like it." We both looked back up the hill and saw Jared, Scott, and Dylan standing there at the top. Joe yelled "Run down" " Where are we Joe?" I asked. "the sand factory."