I love Motocross and competing in it! It's probably my favorite thing in the world followed very closely by my family. I love challenging myself to learn new things. I also love to flirt with the girls and hang out with my friends. However, if I could just get the courage to flirt with the one girl I want to marry, I'd be even happier. All the other girls are just not for me, but I don't mind getting them to smile. I don't anger easily, and my mom loves that I'll go shopping with her, especially if Dacey tags along. The easiest way to get me mad is to mess with someone I care about, especially my siblings or Dacey Taggart. Maybe one day I'll get the courage to ask her out.

I was born and raised in Big Sky, Montana. My parents, Python and Elaine Moretti are probably the best parents anyone could hope for. The love they have for each other is something that I aspire to have with the one I love one day. My father was born and raised in Big Sky as well, but my mother is actually from New York who moved to Big Sky when she was in the eighth grade. As the story goes, my dad made a helluva first impression. My mom has happily told the story a few times on how she couldn't remember if she saw dad first or if she heard him hitting the flag pole first. Then, in true form for my dad when he gets hyper fixated on something, my mom was all he could think about. He actually stalked her, according to both my parents, my mom just letting him do it until she finally confronted him and then the rest was history.

They married right after graduating high school and I was born soon after that as well as they didn't waste any time having kids. I'm the oldest of three with my little brother Silas a year younger than me and then my baby sister Selena born a year after him. My name is Sampson, by the way: Sampson Louis Moretti.

Growing up was fun in the Moretti house. My dad would take me for rides on his motorcycle from when I was little, even having me in a baby carrier that he was wearing on his chest so my mom could ride on the back of the motorcycle. He was definitely an amazing dad, and to this day, he claims he's always the father of the year. Truthfully, I do believe he is the best father ever. My mother has her own title of best mom ever, too.

The only thing I wish I could forget though, is when I was little, I would be woken up by a wolf howling. My baby sister would come in and tell me she was scared of the "wolfies", but now that I'm much older, I know exactly what the sounds was. Thankfully, it didn't last long and my dad worked to make sure any noise in my parents' room would
seem to stay in their room. Now I know it's because he soundproofed it so we couldn't hear when he was climaxing with my mom. Excuse me for a second while I throw up now that I said that.

Moving on, because I don't want to get into that any further. My dad got me a mini bike when I was three years old and I was fearless on it. My mom almost had a heart attack a few times, but she never stopped me from spreading my wings. Soon I was graduating to a dirt bike and I was participating in Motocross. It quickly became my favorite thing in the world and I was winning trophies left and right.

Going through school, it was fun too. I actually had a knack for it and was a straight A student, and still am today. I started to get into sports as well, football being my favorite at school, even though Motocross still held my heart. I had a knack as running back though, and when I got to high school, I quickly earned my spot as a starter. I'm sure my dad was thrilled when I got into football since he played, as well as my uncles, when he was in school. And I still easily kept my grades up, much to my mom's relief, I'm sure. I'm actually vying for the honor of Valedictorian and I think I have a good shot at it as long as I keep doing what I'm doing.

On top of everything at school, though, I started to prospect for the Wild Wolves MC recently. My dad was thrilled when I said I was going to be just like him and join the Wild Wolves when I was little and I stuck by that. The day I turned 18, when I blew my candles out on my cake, my wish for my dad to sponsor me into the club came true. You're not really supposed to ask to get sponsored, so I held my tongue and didn't ask my dad. When I opened my gift from him, I grinned ear to ear, seeing the prospect kutte. I put it on immediately and when he asked if I still wanted to prospect, I just hugged him, happier than I have ever been in my life, or so it seemed. If that wasn't enough, I was showing Silas and Selena and my mom how cool the kutte was and just bouncing all over the place with excitement.

Everything is seeming almost perfect now and honestly, the only thing that could take that "almost" out from in front of perfect is if I could get the courage that I seem to have in everything else like football, and especially Motocross, and ask out the one girl I've had the biggest crush since forever now: Dacey Taggart. We've been friends forever, knowing each other since we were babies, and I consider her one of my best friends. Only problem, I think that's what's preventing me from gaining that courage because I'm scared that if I tell her how I really feel, I'd lose her forever. However, I don't think I can bear to watch her fall in love with anyone else. I don't know how my dad got so lucky with my mom with how he stalked her, but I'm not going to be stalking Dacey. It worked for my parents in whatever creepy way it did, but I don't think it would work for anyone else.