It was a hot and humid august day at the fair. Grass long, green and wet from a light sprinkle an hour before. Tj, Zach, Vic, Mason and I all exited Tj and Zach’s fifth wheel camper heading towards my 1985 Pontiac with rear wheel drive. We all got in to head for the parking lot next the beef, pig, and sheep barns. I proceeded to drive to the barns.

Tj yells “I forgot my phone in the camper.”

“We’ll go back then.”

I could feel the engine roaring and cranking out 3000 rpm’s under the hood. I gripped the rough rubber wheel. I started to turn the wheel to the left, and then I could feel it… and hear it. Whoop, whoop, car spinning in circles out of control. Illegal. The car seemed alive, doing donuts as if it had its own mind and there’s nothing I could do about it. Illegal. I see a women walking towards the car. More scared than ever before I drove away as fast as I could with staying in control of the car. We parked next to the barn and ran in to play cards and act like we hadn’t been by the campers for a while.

An hour later I headed to the car to get the 50lb bag of steer feed from the trunk. As I got to the car a fat old white cop and a young black cop that was built like a brick house walked to the front of the car and talked.

With the thought of donuts in my mind. “It was me doing all the stuff up by the campers.”

The black cop replied, “What are you even talking about.”

I then walked away to find my mom waiting for me behind my steers. I dropped the feed and sat on the bag because I could see she had those eyes all parents get when there pissed off and then the yelling came.

“Give me your keys, I’ve told you that you have my trust tell you break it.” She sticks her left hand out and opens her purse with the right at the same time. “I’m going home see you Sunday when you have to take the animals home.”

“What about the sale on Saturday, are you going to come and watch me sell my steer.’

“No I only watch my kids that do the right thing and don’t screw off.” She then walked to her truck and pealed out of the parking lot kickin’ up dust the whole way out.

I kicked the wall so hard then that I knocked the steel in my boots out of place. As I did this I saw the two cops stomping towards me like they have a mission to solve. They proceeded to come towards me so I strolled over to them.

“You’re the kid who told us about doing the donuts by the campers, right?”

“Yes sir, it was all me.”

“We appreciate your honesty so we won’t give you a ticket we will just give you a verbal warning to keep your car under control, got it kid?”

“Yeah and I honestly didn’t try to do them. The grass was very wet.”

“Alright, now go have fun but not too much fun.”

Even with only getting a warning I learned the biggest lesson in my life. That subsisted of obeying the law and driving vehicles for the weather conditions. If you drive different for each kind of weather condition you won’t have a problem with obeying the law and getting in trouble.