Last night, my sister and I were hanging out at my house. Whenever we get together, we always end up having great conversations, which often include some reminiscing and laughing about ridiculous things we did as kids (while Erin did her fair share of silly things, I am usually the one we end up laughing about). Last night was no exception.
After remembering the first bad words we ever said (mine was "shut up"...that must give you a picture of the type of person I was or am...), the conversation somehow turned to a bicycle mishap I had when I was in 1st or 2nd grade. At the time, we lived in Bermuda Dunes, near Palm Springs, CA. Our neighborhood was very hilly and surrounded by sand dunes. I had become pretty good at riding my bike without training wheels, so my dad (an avid cyclist) decided to take me on a ride around the neighborhood. I was doing pretty well when we came to the steep hill right before our street. At this point, no one had told me that it was a good idea to coast down a hill and I didn't think to slow down. I learned the hard way! As I pedaled down the hill, full-force, I began to realize that this was not going to end well. I stopped pedaling, took my feet off the pedals and let the bike fly...screaming as I turned the corner onto our street, then SMACK!! into the parked car in front of our neighbors' house. The bike flew into the road and I flew onto our neighbors car, flat on my stomach, arms and legs spread out over the hood. It was like something out of a movie. My dad came and helped me off the car and with bumps and bruises on my arms and legs, we walked, defeated, back home.
Erin and I laughed so hard remembering back to that moment. I'm sure Trevin may have a few moments like that, if he inherited any of my clumsiness or luck. What fun it will be to live through those moments to calm the hurt and tears and then to laugh about it later.
So is it just me who's the clumsy, uncoordinated one, or are there more of you out there? What are your stories?
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I am a big time clutz! Especially when I was little. There is a picture from when I was 5 or 6 and I'm sitting in front of a box of our neighbor's kittens. It's a close up of the kittens and my shins. There are bruises top to bottom! Nowadays, I don't fall down as often, but I always spill while eating. I think Casey has inherited that gene from me.
of course your first bad word was "shut up"! classic! i had a similar biking incident as a kid...although my spill came from losing control rather than hitting a car. sounds painful; i'm glad you can laugh at the memory now. bike lessons should definitely include the coasting downhill tip. to this day i'm scared to descend hills, which is why i won't get a bike in this city.
I left you something at my blog...
In response to your message first...Korban is 4 months old and growing!
I to am very clumsy and pregancy made it worse. I have fallen down stairs several times with an audience to see it all but the best one was at Jessica's. We had just been laughing about a girl who was a little tipsy at a shower from a mamosa and she triped down the stairs in her fancy boots twice, spilling the mamosa the second time. Well after laughing about it later I was leaving Jessica's house and slipped on her wet stairs falling flat on my bottom. We joked and said "No more mamosas for me!"
Sometimes Todd calls me Grace...does that tell you anything. I honestly can't even think of something right now. it's always little things. I don't remember why, but I do remember walking right into a pole at school in the 7th grade.
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