Went to a rodeo today. It was pretty good, though it was a little weird to see my sister on Kokanee instead of Harley. Time's healing us but we're still a little off regarding it all. But moving on..
There was a total of sixty-eight people there competing. In all the events we did, I either got first, second, third, or fifth. Nothing lower. However, the one thing that really shocked me was what happened during the final event: the barrels. At the beginning, I was thinking I wasn't going to go. Instead, I was just going to go home and maybe catch up on some much needed sleep. After some convincing, I decided to enlist in it.
Only ten people