It was a sunny Sunday afternoon at my house. I was putting on extra shirts and better pants. In a couple minutes I would be going to my friend Storm's birthday party. I walked down the stairs and got my shoes on. I raced outside and found my mom climbing into our car. I hopped in and buckled up. The engine started and we backed out of our driveway. "I can't wait!" I yelled excitedly. "I get to go paint balling for my first time!" We drove around a corner and stopped at a grey house. The house belonged to the Galloways. The Galloways were some of Storm's friends and they were going to drive with me to the Arena. We got out and a woman and two kids came out of the front. "Hello." she said. "Hi." I replied. "I'm Mrs. Galloway and these are my kids, Paul, and Charlie." she said. My mom chatted with her a little bit and then she said "Come this way." I followed Paul and Charlie to a pickup truck and we all got in. Paul and I sat in the back and Mr. Galloway and Charlie sat up front. Mr. Galloway turned on the radio and we started to move. We chatted a little but mostly listened to the comedy program that was playing. After a while we arrived at a setup that looked like a border between states. We paid a fee and then drove through. Past the border like thing was a huge parking lot with a super mart on one side. A sign said Lone Wolf Paint balling this way →.
We drove down and saw a a fence with loads of people dressed up in camo holding all sorts of paint ball guns. "This is it!" said Mr Galloway.
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