I hate talking about this. I hate this subject more then I hate anything else in the world. But I'm going to share it with you. I was over at my friend Miles' house. He had a nickname. Probably the oddest nickname you could recieve. Beaver. He was German and it was his first time coming to Canada. He only knew the word Beaver. So that became his nickname.
But anyways I was over at his house playing soccer. We werent very good and he eventually kicked it over this large wooden fence in his back yard. I offered to go and get it thinking it would be just barely beyond this fence. But it was gone. So I began searching around. I thought maybe it had rolled down the road behind his house. The road was old and had'nt been used in years. I eventual…Read more >