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right now.”
    Confusingly I ask,
    “Quads, what are those?”
    I’ve never heard that term used before so I’m curious to what it is. Amanda replies sarcastically,
    “Oh, I’m sorry. Being a city boy now, you must not know what a four-wheeler is.”
    I don’t know what four-wheeler’s are. All I can gather at this moment is that it has four wheels. Not wanting to let her know that I reply,
    “I know what four-wheelers are.”
    She said giggling under her breath,
    “Have you ever ridden on one?”
    As if everyone has ridden a four-wheeler at least once in their life. Something just hit me, when I look at her eyes. They are entrancing, and make me want to tell her the truth. Not just some of it either, all of it. I spoke near sighing, basically admitting my defeat.
    “No, and to be honest I have no idea what a four-wheeler is. All I can gather is it’s something with four wheels.”
    She laughs for a moment, and then excitement strikes her voice.
    “Don’t worry, I had a feeling about this, and if I’m correct you’re going to have so much fun with me this evening.”
    Approaching the barn, the inside is huge, and is equipped with everything you’d need to operate a farm. The four-wheelers are right beside the left barn door. They look to be the most used vehicle here. Without saying anything, Amanda jumps on one of the quads and starts it up. Racing out of the door, she parks it over by the gas pump. Running back to me, saying without skipping a beat,
    “Don’t just stand there, start it up or go pump gas.”
    I have a feeling she can out run me in a race. Raspy I reply,
    “I’ll go pump the gas. That I know how to do.”
    Running towards the gas pump, yeah… I’m out of breath. She’d definitely kick my ass in a race. I quickly find the gas cap, remove it, and squeeze the trigger to pump the fuel. Thinking,
    “Hmm… no gas is coming out of the other end.”
    I question myself,
    “Did I do it right?”
    Not long after, Amanda parks the other quad beside the one I’m attempting to fill up. Without saying anything, Amanda nearly falls to the ground laughing. Slowly she changes her tone from cackling, to wanting to teach me.
    “Okay, I should’ve told you that you have to pump up the handle in back to get the gas to flow out of the nozzle. The nozzle must also be opened up so that air and fuel can flow to the end. Here let me show you.”
    Amanda carefully takes my hand. Showing me the locking latch on the handle to keep it open, she continues to pull me around by my hand. She teaches me about the back of the pump where you literally pump the fuel out of the tanks that are buried in the ground. After the quads are filled, Amanda instructs me on how to drive these things.
    It’s really easy to learn, and way fun. One of the hardest parts to for me learn right now is my turning. Amanda acts like she has done this a time or twenty. She’s ramping hills like a pro. Okay, this girl is wicked cool right now. I’m not too sure, but I think she can even take me down in a fight. I have to say, this country girl is hard core fun.
    Racing from trail to trail, laughter and smiles become a common appearance as the evening passes along. Amanda stops her quad by a tree house that’s massive. It looks like a luxurious home all by itself. Amanda speaks collectively,
    “Your grandfather use to tell me that he built this for you and me. He’d always tell my parents about how sorry he was for his actions. My dad said that after that night, your grandfather never drank a drop of alcohol again once he realized what he’d done. He hated never being able to see his family again.”
    I didn’t know what to say, all I ever remember is the bad things. I guess my parents never cared to know anything about him after that night. It’s hard to forgive somebody for actions like that. From the tone of her voice, all she wants to do is let loose, have fun, and play.
    “What are you waiting for Hollister, you going to climb