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o wat a day it was... me, my dad, my brother, mom, and grandparents decided to go to my uncle christopher's grave. we took 2 autos (basically 3 wheeled taxis) there. Me, my bro, and my grandpa went in one, my mom, dad, and grandma went in the other. so, halfway to the graveyard our auto runs outta gas. we go to fill it up, it wont start. my grandpa, without telling anyone walks away. me and my bro thought he was helping the driver start the auto. the driver finally gets it started.. but then we see him just look back behind the auto for my grandpa, hes no where to be found. we wait about 30 minutes for ol' gramps, no dice. we realized he probably called my aunt and went home. so we decide to tell the driver to send is back to my aunts place.. one problem, the driver didnt speak english. it took us about 10 minutes of saying words like "back, "home", and "house" for him to realize we wanted to go back. when we got back, we talked to my dad, apparently my grandpa got another auto and drove to the cemetery though, my dad told him to just go back to the gas station and wait, he woulda found us if he did. he was running around the streets near the cemetery, completely panicked, not making any sense, nearly having a heart attack. ohhh my poor, kooky gramps... it was quite an experience, i love my grandpa though, hes a character.
ill post pics of stuff tommorow. latesssssssssss
ill post pics of stuff tommorow. latesssssssssss