Happy Father’s day! I hope all you great dads out there have a fun-filled day. From the time we were small, and even today, my dad has always been there for my sister and me. To honor my dad, I decided to share a story that I vividly remember all these years later–far too many years to type the number here. This happened during the spring when I was in third grade. My bike was a 70s style 20″ Huffy complete with a banana seat. My dad taught me to ride on it. I loved this bike! Dad, thank you for making it last for well over a decade of very hard use.
Going On A Bike Ride
After church, my cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents crowded into our small house for lunch. After feasting on a wonderful meal, the adults settled in for a visit. Visit was code for the adults talking about people my cousins and I had never met–boring!
The beautiful sunny spring day made it impossible to sit still. My older cousin, Mike, had his bike with him, I don’t remember why. When our younger cousins fell asleep my dad took Mike, me, and my sister for a bike ride to Lion’s park. Mike and I rode our own bikes, but my sister rode in a special seat mounted over the rear wheel of my dad’s bike. Big kid status rocked!
Lions Park Duck Pond
Lions park was a great place. A creek flowed through the middle of the park which was fun to wade in the shallow water on hot days. There were playground toys, which I loved, on both sides of the creek. And finally, at the back edge of the park there was a duck pond encircled by a sidewalk. My cousin was four years older than me and way too cool to play on the toys so we decided to ride in circles around the duck pond.
Because it rained the day before, the duck pond and creek were fuller than normal. The mommy and baby ducks didn’t seem to mind, they swam happily around the pond looking for food. A lot of people were at the park taking advantage of the beautiful day.
Swimming With Ducks
We’d been riding around and around the pond for a long time when disaster struck. A herd of slow-moving old people clogged the sidewalk forcing me to ride into the grass to go around them through a very large, slimy, mud puddle. I rode slowly so I wouldn’t splash anyone. I was almost in the clear when another kid zoomed past me. To avoid him I bounced on the sidewalk, narrowly missing an adult, who shouted something about out-of-control kids. My mud covered tires lost traction on the concrete. I fought to regain my balance, and the back tire regained traction just as the sidewalk made a turn to the right. Before a half-second passed I was flying out over the water. Continue reading “Dad to the Rescue”