Why walk when you can fly> (repost)
Aug. 5th, 2002 05:24 pmtaken from a comment on Cleodhna's journal.
When I was 13 I took a cycling proficiency course at school. I therefore took my bike to school each day, while my Mum and brothers walked with me (I mostly cycled very slowly, or walked the bike). The dog, by the way, was a 8 stone Alsatian.
So, one morning, I decide to put on a spurt of speed for a few seconds, just as my Mum has allowed youngest brother to hold the dog lead for a moment (as the dog in invariably well behaved and doesn't actually need a lead most of the time). The dog sees me leap off at high speed, assumes this is a game and dashes after me. Youngest brother does an impressive superman impression and lands about 12 feet later, face/arm first.
I think he's forgiven me.
When I was 13 I took a cycling proficiency course at school. I therefore took my bike to school each day, while my Mum and brothers walked with me (I mostly cycled very slowly, or walked the bike). The dog, by the way, was a 8 stone Alsatian.
So, one morning, I decide to put on a spurt of speed for a few seconds, just as my Mum has allowed youngest brother to hold the dog lead for a moment (as the dog in invariably well behaved and doesn't actually need a lead most of the time). The dog sees me leap off at high speed, assumes this is a game and dashes after me. Youngest brother does an impressive superman impression and lands about 12 feet later, face/arm first.
I think he's forgiven me.