I grew up with two brothers and NO sisters. So, even though I had my own things that seemed girly (ballet and cheerleading), I wasn’t really the girly, girl type. I was always getting into whatever my two brothers were doing too. They loved to play army outside, and ride their bikes and set up ramps to jump over, and all that fun stuff. And, being the lone girl, I wanted to be a part of it all too. And, let me tell you that neither of my brothers had any fear at all!
So, when they set up bicycle ramps and started jumping bikes in the street, I thought it would be fun to do it too. Only, they had some crazy mad skills… and I didn’t. Regardless, they were always willing to let me have a go at it.
So this one day, Scott thought it would be fun to set up a ramp under a pine tree in the front yard. His goal was to ride the bike over the ramp and get airborne high enough try to grab the lowest branch and just hang on. It was going to be a super cool stunt if he could pull it off. And he did! But… I was not going to be outdone! So, I wanted to try it…
So, I get on the bike and go over the ramp. I reach up for the branch and SUCCESS!!! I grab it and let the bike go flying! Hurray!... Only the next thing I know, I hear a loud CRACK! The branch snapped and my big old fanny hit the ground with a huge thump. But, I didn’t exactly hit the ground. I hit one of the roots of the tree right smack on my tail bone. It sent a wave of nausea through me like an army brigade! I’m pretty sure that Scott and Chris were rolling on the ground laughing, but it was all a big blur to me. They kept fading in and out as I was trying to decide if I would pass out or throw up! I mean this knocked me SILLY!
Then they came over to help me up. I tried to make my way into the house, but it truly looked like I had a big corncob stuck up my fanny. And it hurt like crazy! I went in to tell my mom that I fell on a root, and she just looked at me and said… ‘Well that’s what you get for doing crazy stuff.’ I got absolutely NO sympathy. And, did I mention that my mom is June Cleaver? So, for her to not be the doting mom meant that either: A… she didn’t believe me or B… I had crossed WAY over the line! I’m not sure which it was, but she wasn’t having any part of my complaining.
Well let me tell you that sitting down for the next week was not easy! Once I was down it was fine for about 5 minutes. But after that, it would just start hurting again. And getting back up was horrible. Yowser! I had a big bruise on my tailbone, and a lot of laughing from my brothers every time I tried to get up.
My brothers continued to race their bikes and jump ramps and all that fun stuff. And, they were actually quite good at it! But… that was my last bicycle ramp. I’m quite sure the boys don’t even remember, but they were glad to get the silly girls out of the mix anyway! I still liked to ride dirt bikes with them, but I stayed away from all the ramps (and low hanging branches) from then on. Hey… I’m not crazy! One major butt buster in your life time is enough!