Monday, July 6, 2015
Riding in the Back
It reminded me of a little something that happened when I was six years old.
Daddy had come to pick me up after school. For some reason I jumped into the back of the buggy and knelt on the seat and looked out the front as we headed home. Our horse had this habit when he transitioned between walking and running he would make a jump of sorts which always jerked the buggy.
We had just reached the top of a small hill and the horse decided it was time to run. He gave his usual lurch an I flew backwards off the seat and against the door that just happened to not have been latched properly. It flew open and I sailed right out onto the road.
Daddy stopped immediately and ran back to pick me up. I was much more scared than hurt. He carried me back and I sat in the front with him for the rest of the ride home.
Funny how thirty years have passed and I can still feel how it felt flying out of the back of the buggy.