My Little Memory

Me and my little sister have many memories together, some bad, some good, and some that are so embarrassing we agree to never bring them up. One memory that really stands out in my mind is the day my sister shot her first deer. It was an odd day, we did not argue once, and that is very unusual, due to our major differences. My little sister and I may look alike, but we are defiantly complete opposites. I wake up every day and coat my face with pounds of makeup, while she wakes up last minute and runs out of the door. I am more outspoken but nice and she is sensitive and mean. Not only do these differences make us argue, but we rarely spend time doing the same thing. When she first asked me to go hunting with her my first thought was “ew no,

Squinting my eyes to the over bearing light, I sat up in my bed. I could hear the raspy morning voice of my sister telling me to hurry up. The cold wood floor sent chills all over my body as I started to get dressed and it slowed me down. I wanted to get back into my warm pajamas and crawl into my flannel sheets and sleep the day away but to my dismay I left to gather our stuff. Getting out the deer blind, that was covered in spiders and their webs, put us a little behind schedule. When we finally got over the hill and to the spot we had scouted out the day before, we started to set up. We chose a spot that was like a valley, where four hills surrounded a strip of flat land. The hills made a good barrier from the direct cold wind and we only felt a

The stillness of it all made it seem like a picture, like the earth was frozen in time. We were both zoned out taking in the surrounding. A small fox came out of a mound in the grown up grass and started running around in front of us occasionally pouncing down on what seemed to be a rat, each time he would come up with an empty mouth and keep on his way. Crows were perched high on tree limbs cawing to the others around, it sounded like a warning call, like something you hear in a scary movie. Suddenly it all seemed to stop, I heard my sister gasp and she jolted her legs to the side. I started to speak, but was interrupted by her telling me to move out of the way. Pulling her gun up she locked in on a deer running down the hill. We could hear each hoof hit the ground and we knew she could not get a good shot with it running. Panicking, I started to whistle, and to our disbelief, it stopped. Once again time was still. I did not move my eyes from the deer that was now about 100 yards away from us. My ears started to ring and I felt a knock in my chest. My sister jumped up and started to unload the gun; that is when I realized she had taken the shot. Unzipping us from the blind she started hopping around, it was like someone had just given her a million bucks. When we got over to the deer the excitement only grew, the deer was