Friday, October 06, 2006

Scars, it sounds like a pirate word. Once upon an 8 year olds life changed dramatically. He was a nice little boy who had just bought flowers for his visiting grandma and was riding his bike to a friends. His bike was a cool blue bike with checker pads on the handle bars and frame. This little boy decided to ride his bike through the dome gazebo. As he was about halfway through or so, he though his back tire felt a little flat. He looked back at it to see the tire was fine and perfectly pumped. In a split second he looked forward only to see the side of the dome and it's support bar coming straight for his face. It was to late his little body bounced off the bar in a tremendous bike wreck. Laying in shock on the ground his mouth and face began to fill with blood. He now had a broken pirate style tooth in the very front and a huge hole between his lip and chin. Without making this short story any longer, he had many visits to the dentist over the next couple years and now is the proud owner of a nice scar on his chin. In fact his chin scar has been compared with that of Harrison Ford's great chin scar in likeness and greatness.

1 comment:

Kirsten said...

That is a great story. Bikes and little boys can be a deadly combination.