shortly after our family moved from washington we were living in nyssa, oregon at a farm house that my uncles owned. we were living in this small house that we called the "jayo house" until our house in fruitland was built. nyssa is like 25 minutes from the town of fruitland so every morning we would have to leave a bit earlier to get to school. one morning it was in winter time so i remember it was still dark when we left. it was just starting to lighten up when we were driving to school listening to peter brienholt as always. we were going around one particular corner, well i mean you just follow the road but it bends. apparently the road had some ice on it and we were TOTALLY sliding and as my sisters tell the story "our 15 passenger van was only on two wheels." no i don't know if that part is legit, but it was scary! we ended up getting a flat tire from the event that resulted in all of us kids being late to school. the saddest part of this whole story is that that very day in my 5th grade class all of the kids who achieved their reading points were going on an ice skating trip. by the time that i arrived at school all of the kids had already left! i still had my luncheable that i had gotten for the field trip, so atleast that was a treat.