Journal #3: Write about a time someone dared you to do something.

There was this one time when someone dared me to take a snowboard at the local flea market. This was back in my hometown Gallup, because you know it does not snow here in Arizona. So, I did take the snowboard and solded it for thirty dollars. The only thing I regret was everytime I would go back the same man would keep on bugging me, and I played it off like it wasn't me. I beileve he moved back to where ever he was from because after a couple of weeks I never saw him again.