You're a bad influence. See me after school.he'll make it. all he's got to do is reach back, grab his bike, situate it under his crotch before he hits the pavement, and, bingo, roll away to the noisy admiration of his peers. done it a thousand times.
All I could do was look and have my face in that prefect little "O" just as every kid on the side line did.
I hate not knowing the outcome!!
It's not just boys... My cousin's husband has crashed his motorcycle a few times, broken his rips numerous times, fractured his skull, crushed his nose, and had to have corrective surgery on his face. He still rides, and what could she do except insist on a hefty life insurance policy...