the big wreck

so my grandson and i were trying to out race a thunderstorm on our bikes.

and we were darn close to winning. getting home before the first drop.

the wind was snarling at our backs. the clouds were gaining on us. but we were making good time.

and then my cell phone rang.

my grandson's father calling to tell us that maybe we'd want to start home because a storm was coming.

and i tried to wrestle it out of my pocket and answer it.

and that's what caused my big wreck.

"GRANDMA, ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?"

"yes, i'm fine." sitting on the ground, underneath the bike, laughing.

but embarrassed because the guy in the van at the corner and the guy we just rode gloriously past and waved to- both came to make sure i was ok.

so i had a bloody, scraped, and bruised knee to show for it. my son gave me a ninja turtles bandaid. and asked me if i was ok.

i was. in fact, it felt good. i told him- it felt like being a little kid again.

and tonight, a week later, the scrape and scabs are pretty much healed over. and there's only the bruise to remind me. and i rub it lightly. just to feel it a little bit more before it's gone.

it feels like summer, when you were a little kid.