County Round 13

I have a really amazing memory of this image from last year.  Thanksgiving break.  Me and my brother drove down to Daytona Beach for a day and had so much fun.  We had a good lunch, went by the house I was born in, and went for a nice walk on the beach.  Then, while on the beach, I got a call from the local sheriff’s office saying that I was involved in a hit and run.  AND I WAS THE ONE WHO HIT AND RAN.  And they threatened to tow my car if I did not “report to the scene immediately.”  I began to slightly freak out, because we were a mile away from the scene, so I began to sprint down the beach, leaving my younger brother behind.  Fortunately, the lady claiming that I hit her car was false, so it ended up just being a minor inconvenience in the day.  

Anyways that doesn’t really have anything to do with the story.  But on the way back home, we went down Old Dixie Highway, which is a road with beautiful tree canopies.  The hundred-year-old oak trees tower over the road, reaching out to one another with their limbs above, creating a tunnel of nature.  We had the windows rolled down, sunroof open, Queen music blaring, and my brother decided to stick his head out of the sunroof.  I snapped a picture of the moment and it’s one of my all time favorite pictures.  And memory.