This summer we have been able to spend some extra time in Burlington because I have been working for Cammy's father on the ranch. There are some hills near Burlington (Honda for those who would know) where people take their motorbikes out to ride. Well, Dylan's grandmother took him out to the hills one day with his bike. He had a blast going down the smaller hills, but didn't want to try any of the bigger hills. A few day later I wanted to take him out and try some of the larger hills. We went out, and despite a little trepidation on Dylan's part, he actually did some pretty big hills. He learned that day that 'you can do anything you set your mind to.' We had a lot of fun. So much fun that Dylan wanted to go out again. Of course, we did. This time dad was determined to get Dylan to go down some of the big hills. It took some coaxing, but we finally got him going about 3/4 of the way down the big hills. He didn't dare start at the top, and I actually do have some limits, so I wouldn't let him go down the entire hill. I was so proud of him! He was being very brave going down these long, steep hills. He would get going pretty fast, but he never fell. Well, we found one last hill (isn't that how it always is?). I talked Dylan into going down from about 1/2 way up the hill. When he tells the story now he says, "Dad made me go down the biggest hill possible. I told him no, but he said I didn't have a choice. Then he pushed me down.' It didn't happen that way, just so you know. But I did encourage him and remind him what he learned the time before, that you could do anything you set your mind to. He went down and got going pretty fast. He wobbled a bit but did fine. We BOTH decided to put him up a little farther on the next run (which translated into about 10 feet). Dylan took off fine, but he went down a little bit different path, and as the one saying goes, 'and that made all the difference.' I could tell he was going pretty fast, and all of the sudden he hit a jump that I didn't know was there. Both his wheels came off the ground and in a split second I thought, 'this is going to be bad!' It was. When he landed he lost control and the wheel flipped around and tossed him over the bike. He went head first into the dirt and rocks. Well, actually, he went chin first, as you can see from the pictures.
I sprinted down to him. He had the wind knocked out of him a little bit, so he was struggling to breathe so he could cry. I picked him up and saw his chin and I felt awful! It is hard when your child gets hurt badly, but when you know that you are directly at fault, it is even harder. Well, I picked him up and started carrying him to the car. Before we even got there he had stopped crying. He was SO tough! He was even telling me that it didn't hurt. So I had to try and explain what adrenaline is and how it sometimes keeps us from feeling pain. Fortunately, my parents are both EMTs, and they only live a mile from the accident. Unfortunately, nobody was home. Fortunately, there are a number of EMTs who live in Burlington who I know pretty well. Unfortunately, none of them were home. Long story short, I ended up taking him to my uncle Mark's house. Dianna was home and Ryan's wife Alysha cleaned Dylan all up while I held Nathan and Taylor and some friend entertained Wesley. Yes, Cammy was out of town. As soon as we got back home to Powell we took these pictures and a video. It sure looked ugly. It was a bad deal all the way around. It has been two weeks now, and his chin is looking much better. I probably should have taken him to get stitches, but I thought we had it together pretty good. As long as we can keep Dylan from picking at it, it should heal okay. But I've learned my lesson.....if you're going to send your kid down a big hill, point them away from the jump at the bottom!
