Box Turtle

Saturday morning I was brushing my teeth and looking out of the window. Something in the grass caught my eye. I just saw some kind of movement. Then I noticed the turtle. I kept it for a little while, long enough to show the neighbors. Their girls were not very into looking at it. It was just another animal to them.
When I was a little boy, wait I still am, when I was young I always had turtles in the back yard. I even made my dad bring home a horse trough from my grandmother's house. I kept many many turtles in that thing. I would go out with Justin and catch turtles and bring them back to the house. I would keep them until they either died or they bit me, which basically goes back to the first reason. I can even remember one time when my dad was coming home from working in north Louisiana he told me there was something in the back of the truck for me, it was a turtle. He stopped on the road and picked up the turtle just for me. It was so special. Another turtle memory was when me, my brothers, and I think my cousin Philip went to Henderson to go knee boarding. I wanted to go catch a turtle from over there. We went looking for turtles first. I never did catch one but when we were leaving the canal my dad hit a log and the motor hit the boat and put a hole in the boat. Which means that we could not go knee boarding. Nobody liked me for the day.

I hope that you like the picture.