Well sometimes they go down. We had a pretty big day in the McDonald household yesterday. My son Blaze, age 10, went down on a bike yesterday- off the Richter Scale. He is pretty banged up.
My wife and I are having a hard time with it. It broke some teeth and has a A+ case of road rash- with much on his on his face. What really aggravates me is that a clueless neighborhood kid brought him down- in a moderately aggressive fashion. It wasn't even Blaze's wheels, it was some piece of shit K-Mart bike.
Blaze is taking it pretty well. We are going to the dentist this morning. I have a few pictures I took for the family trophy case (an special album with wrecks and spills), but there is nothing like this.
Blaze at 10 y/o, has skied 3 100+ day seasons in his life, with one of those seasons being entirely at Jackson Hole Mountain Resort. He is a great kid and a super son. He is a tremendous skier and an incredible athlete.
Yesterday I felt culpable as I was the one who hooked him on these activities. Today that horrible feeling has gone away- somewhat. I mean what if one of the kids gets really hurt?
Thoughts from the parents here?