Not exactly my idea of fun.
I was about 16 years old. My brother was about 14. We went to visit our relatives on a different state. They live in a small town. One night, one of our cousins said he was going out with his friends and invited us. We expected to actually go somewhere, like a party at someone´s house or play video games or just hang out at the park or whatever. Boy, were we in for a surprise.
We spent the following three to four hours in the back of a pickup truck, with about 6 other guys and just driving around town. Going around for a couple of blocks then back again, then through a different street, then back again and so on. Eventually we went back to my cousin´s house.
Our uncle-his dad- asked how it was. Our cousin said it was great.
My brother and I looked at each other with the same expression on our faces. And even though I can´t describe the expression, I´m sure that both of us were thinking the same thing: Never again!
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