Some pictures of my neighborhood in the US. Photos by Karen and her snazzy new phone. I hate wind.
When I was in high school my dad was teaching me to drive. We went to a deserted parking lot and when I opened the door some papers flew out. I ran to get them, but the force of my run plus the raging wind picked me straight up off the ground and blew me over. You might be laughing, but I was really shaken! Forces of nature are scary.
My hands ended up like this:
All the squiggles are blood and scratches from the rocky street.
I hate wind.