Thursday, January 22, 2009
My First Crash!!
I will never forget my first accident on a bicycle! It was the start of a chain of events involving bicycles it seems. The bike was a small yellow bike with training wheels on it. I loved to ride that thing around on our drive way. We had a concrete drive way with a sidewalk going from the front against the house to the front door. Then from the front door we had a block walkway leading in a curve back to the driveway. There was a rose rock garden in between the block path and the sidewalk. It was always pretty and mom kept it up. The rose bushes were huge in size with beautiful flowers. This day i decided since it was all clear to ride from the driveway up the sidewalk then around the block path back to the drive way. I made the circle probably a hundred times increasing my speed on each go round. I was having a blast. However, somewhere amidst the fun i forgot about the training wheels and got too close to the rock garden. Well let me tell you, If your riding a bike with training wheels on it and one falls off the curb you are in trouble my friend. Just as soon as the training wheel left the sidewalk i tumbled over right into the middle of one of moms beloved rose bushes. The bush being bigger than me seemed to take hold as if to swallow me up. I had kazillion little thorns sticking me all over and hurt worse the more i tried to get out. Also, the fear of what was to come when mom found out i had split the rose bush right down the middle was almost more unbearable than the thorns. I finally gave in and did what any normal kid would do. Yes, I screamed like a little school girl at the top of my lungs. Oddly enough, first aid mom also is a rescue and recovery service. She came out the door in haste and I'm sure from the screaming she was expecting me to be near death. I'm pretty sure when she seen me in the rose bush she gave off a few chuckles but i was screaming to hard to be to coherent. Mom tried once to get me out to no avail and I got a fear for the worse. She ran back into the house and to my surprise returned with some pruning sheers. Making sure she didn't clip me by accident she gently cut away the branches that had to be cut and lifted me to safety. She saved me from the certain death the rose bush from hell was trying to bring me to. After checking me for cuts and bruises she decided i was good to go and released me with a clean bill of health. This is the moment of truth and I was sure she was gonna go off on me about the bush. Much to my surprise, mom began to laugh at an uncontrollable rate. I myself began to laugh at my misfortune. I finally came to the realization that it wasn't that funny anymore and that even little rose thorns still hurt after they poke you. Mom, however, seemed to get a better grasp of the humor in it and continued to laugh for quite some while. As a matter of fact, she still to this day sees the humor in it!!