My dad is very overprotective. He’s the cliche, “don’t mess with my daughter” kind of guy. He prefers to imagine that I am still the eight year old girl who went to school in basketball shorts and a Mets jersey. To be honest, I don’t mind that much. Rather him think that I’m an angel than a demon right? But this summer we had a bit of an awkward situation. For one reason or another, our family ended up in the middle of Montana, following a trail on the back of horses. Our guides name was Colton. He was a 19 year old, one of a kind, bull riding, cowboy… fully dressed in spurs, chaps and hat. Just like Woody from Toy Story in fact! As he lead us through the fields he asked some weird questions like “So Riley, am I your type?” and “Can I take you to my rodeo tonight?”. My parents ignoring words, told Colton how they never wanted to leave Montana. He responded by saying “Why don’t you leave Riley here… I’m sure I could find her a bed at my place.” The more he talked, the more my fathers eyes narrowed. The more his eyes narrowed the more I was tempted to get off the horse and sprint. I got out of there as soon as I could, not even saying goodbye to my new western friend. FORTUNATELY, he gave my mother his number to give to me. My father never spoke of it again. Classic Dad…

x Riley