The Last Day of School


I rode my scooter to school the last day of my eighth grade, against my parent’s better judgement. I promised I wouldn’t let anyone else drive it, of course, that didn’t work out very well.

Arriving at school, Steve Tunny wanted to drive it around the block. I didn’t want to let him drive, however, he finally persuaded me. I decided it would be ok if I rode on the back. As if that was going to keep him from doing something he shouldn’t.

The next thing I knew, he was driving across a small muddy ditch. In an instant, the scooter flipped upside down and we’re headed straight for a telephone pole. Luckily, we missed the pole and only had scratches on our elbows and mud on the handlebars of the scooter, the only thing hurt was my pride.

You think I told anyone? Nope.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,

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