Memories Rewind: The Great Tricycle Battle
I always loved to play with my brother outside. Unfortunately, I had to figure out a different way to do something because of my disability.
We were outside at my Granny's house. The sun was beating down on our backs as we ran to get our tricycles. Mine was a light pink with purple and sea foam green accents. Yeah. It was all girl. My brother's had red on it. I'm not too sure about the specifics now.
At the age, I thought our Granny and Papa's house had the perfect driveway for tricycle races. There was a hill at the top that gave us enough of a challenge to make it fun. Then, it dipped down and leveled out.
My brother was already hoisting his up the hill. I was having a little trouble. I couldn't figure out how to get beside my tricycle to push it. I would try, but the tricycle kept rolling backwards. Push, roll. Push, roll. This happened repeatedly. I was getting frustrated. I had a race to win. I didn't have time to be wrestling with a tricycle. It must have been quite a sight because someone in my family was videotaping it.
Finally, my Papa felt sorry for me. I guess. He tried to show me how to do it. I was thinking, "Man, why don't tricycles come with a pusher?" That way, I can play with it right out of the box.
It was still rolling. "Push it, Madison" Papa encouraged. I would get it going a little, and then all of my hard work went down the hill. I think my energy went with it. You can do it, girl! Keep pushing. I can't I wailed. Yes you can, he said. He put his hands on the handles, gently guiding it while I tried to get the hang of it. "I can't do it, Papa!"
I eventually did do it, and my brother and I got down to business. "Ready, Set, GO!" he yelled. We were off. My brother was off to a good start. I was falling behind, so I did what any respectable little girl would do. I took my feet off the petals and started putting my feet to the pavement, using my legs to help me along. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do! Even if I lost the race, I was determined to give it my best effort.
Side note: I didn't really understand why it was so important that I didn't stop my foot on the pavement, and then bolt towards the house and have a good cry. It was important that I learn not to give up when things get hard. I'm so thankful for what my family has taught me. It has helped me in every aspect of my life. Now, it doesn't matter if my life "rolls" down the hill a little bit, I know that I have control over my life.
I'm thinking about extending an invitation for anyone that wants to join in Memories Rewind next week and the weeks after that. I'll put Mr. Linky up. I think it would be fun to read about my readers and your stories! Is anyone interested?
We were outside at my Granny's house. The sun was beating down on our backs as we ran to get our tricycles. Mine was a light pink with purple and sea foam green accents. Yeah. It was all girl. My brother's had red on it. I'm not too sure about the specifics now.
At the age, I thought our Granny and Papa's house had the perfect driveway for tricycle races. There was a hill at the top that gave us enough of a challenge to make it fun. Then, it dipped down and leveled out.
My brother was already hoisting his up the hill. I was having a little trouble. I couldn't figure out how to get beside my tricycle to push it. I would try, but the tricycle kept rolling backwards. Push, roll. Push, roll. This happened repeatedly. I was getting frustrated. I had a race to win. I didn't have time to be wrestling with a tricycle. It must have been quite a sight because someone in my family was videotaping it.
Finally, my Papa felt sorry for me. I guess. He tried to show me how to do it. I was thinking, "Man, why don't tricycles come with a pusher?" That way, I can play with it right out of the box.
It was still rolling. "Push it, Madison" Papa encouraged. I would get it going a little, and then all of my hard work went down the hill. I think my energy went with it. You can do it, girl! Keep pushing. I can't I wailed. Yes you can, he said. He put his hands on the handles, gently guiding it while I tried to get the hang of it. "I can't do it, Papa!"
I eventually did do it, and my brother and I got down to business. "Ready, Set, GO!" he yelled. We were off. My brother was off to a good start. I was falling behind, so I did what any respectable little girl would do. I took my feet off the petals and started putting my feet to the pavement, using my legs to help me along. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do! Even if I lost the race, I was determined to give it my best effort.
Side note: I didn't really understand why it was so important that I didn't stop my foot on the pavement, and then bolt towards the house and have a good cry. It was important that I learn not to give up when things get hard. I'm so thankful for what my family has taught me. It has helped me in every aspect of my life. Now, it doesn't matter if my life "rolls" down the hill a little bit, I know that I have control over my life.
I'm thinking about extending an invitation for anyone that wants to join in Memories Rewind next week and the weeks after that. I'll put Mr. Linky up. I think it would be fun to read about my readers and your stories! Is anyone interested?
Comments
I never thought about Essie being like Tuck Everlasting, but I see it. I read that book in the 5th grade and remember being miffed at it, though I don't remember why.