The first thing I'd like to share are my hats.
Here are the Earnhardt hats.
I have had two cornea(clear cover over eye.) transplants due to an eye disease called Karyticones. What happens is your corneas start to turn cone shaped and causes you to go blind. So I was legally blind and could hardly see a thing. My mom bought tickets for the entire family to go see the Tracy Bird concert that was going to be in a town near by, which she really didn't have to do because she spent here vacation money she had saved on it. Well it turns out the concert was a week after one of my surgeries. We went there and I had my sun glasses the doctor gave me on(which are huge and ugly but I was light sensitive still, from the surgery.)Even in the day light the stage lights were killing my eyes. They made an announcement that all the people who had back stage passes would be going back soon. I really wanted to meet Tracy Bird because I have never met a famous person and I like his music. That'd right I'm a kid and I like country very much.(I'll listen to anything though except tecno and that dam Barbie Girl song my sister made me listen to for an entire summer.) Well my step-dad decided to go find a way to get me to meet Tracy Bird. We had no clue were he walked off to but about five minutes later we saw him hop a fence and start walking towards the stage. He was wearing western style clothes so I guess people thought he was part of the band who played before Tracy Bird. So he just walked back there looked around saw were Tracy Bird's RV and knocked on the door spoke to Tracy Bird's manager and came back out with two back stage passes. They called everybody down to meet Tracy Bird and we all stood at the table were there was merchandise for about twenty minutes(my step-dad gave the other pass to my mom.)My mom and I had a debate whether the Peterbuilt that hauled everything was green or black, me thinking it was black and wanted to win I walked closer to it got a good look and, well it was green. Goes to show never argue with your parents they are always right. I saw the hat thought it looked cool so my mom bought it for me. We all walked back to the Rv And Tracy Bird's manager came out to make sure we got there. We met Tracy Bird got pictures and autographs of him and me(and my swelled up eye ball). He signed my hat and it has never been worn, not once I hung the hat and will never wear it, get rid off it, or put it in a box for storage.
Page 1: Introduction.
Page 2: Some things I'd like to share.-You are here.
Page 3: Step-dad's old Camaro.
Page 4: Eden Creek.
Page 5: Eden Creek continued.
Page 6: Friends Neon. (No Longer With Us.)
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