Remembories I

I like to think that I have a really good memory.  At least my mom tells me that I do…

Lately it seems like I have the most random, yet vivid, memories just popping into my head.  They oftentimes catch me off guard.  Some of them make me laugh.  Others really confuse me because I have no idea what made them pop into my mind.  Anyways, I've decided that when I have these moments of memory deja vu, I should jot them down on my blog.  Because apparently memories don't stick around.

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Before moving out to the acreage I grew up on outside of Raymond, our family lived "in town."  We were renting the old "Smart house," which, if you're from a small town will make complete sense as being an accurate and acceptable form of giving directions or an address.  Anyways, these were the days of kindergarten for yours truly.  One lovely spring day I was riding my bike home by myself.  I left from the Elementary School and rode on the sidewalk.  Past where the High School used to be, all the way to where the Junior High used to be.  I made it as far as the X.  And then it happened.

You see, as I started on my way, I noticed that the laces were untied on one of my shoes.  But I was riding my bike, so it didn't matter.  And quite frankly, tying your shoelaces in kindergarten?  

So I continued on my merry way until I completely lost the ability to pedal.  It was like some kind of dark magic came over me, that is, until I looked down to behold that my confounded laces had wound themselves around the pedal into a knot that would rival a pile of necklaces carelessly thrown into a jewellery box.  I was trapped to my bike, which was slowly losing momentum.

Before I could think my way out of this predicament all forward momentum was lost, and although one of my feet was free it remained glued to the pedal in a type of foot solidarity for it's imprisoned brother. And I tipped over in a fashion quite similar to a tree being cut down.  And I laid there, because obviously this was the end and this was where I would lay to rest, trapped to my trusty bike.  I shed a few tears, because obviously no 5 year old wishes for their life to end so suddenly.

I laid there for what seemed like 15 minutes in a 5 year old's judgment of time.  It was probably more like 15 seconds.  Then to my infinite gratitude, some adults ran out of the Junior High doors to rescue me.  They untangled me, helped me up, and even tied that pesky shoe for me.  And that's all I remember.  Pretty good right?  It cracks me up whenever I think of it.  Probably one of the finer moments of my childhood.

And that kids, is why you ALWAYS tie your shoes before riding a bike.