This photo was probably taken by Gabriel. At first glance, I'm sure nobody would have the faintest clue as to what I am doing. The truth is that Gabriel snapped the photo just a few minutes too late as he missed my foot making contact with the football that I had just kicked.

My shorts aren't torn because we were poor, necessarily. But instead, they are torn because they are the shorts I was wearing when I had the most serious accident in my life thus far. I was riding a 4-wheeler at a friend's house when I ran into a barbed wire fence. I was cut all over my body, and was taken to the hospital where I recieved 99 stitches.