Uhm, she's just like me?

When my daughter was six, I started her in Quarter Midget racing cause some I could just tell she was a lot like me. She had two chassis like the one her think in the 4 years that she did it, she had little more the 50 trophies, track record which she still holds and made a lot of boy cry cause of her A main victories. She was the kind of racer that would barrel roll up a wall, roll down the track upside down, even dragged her helmet on the track for a good distance, cry it off, get right back in the car and win the next race. Like me, probably more out of anger than anything else.

So it was no surprise to me when my mom called last night to tell me that she was on her way to the emergency room with her two days after left her in California. It appears that she had a little dispute between a hill and a motorized scooter. Pretty much was trying to see how fast she could get it going down hill and of course she misjudged the speed and ended up fracturing her Tibia on the right leg. When I talked to her last night, I asked her if she got the scooter going pretty good, she said yep. I asked leg hurt she yep. Asked simply, you gonna do that again, answer was nope. Which is all I needed to hear, I know when she learns a lesson and there's no point in adding more into it. She did add that grandma said she had a ways to go before she catches up with me on broken bones.


No shit I probably would have done the same thing as a kid. Fuck I still do as an adult, life is short enough and you kinda sometime have to push the limits on things to learn what your capable of doing or not. The important thing is when you fuck up good, you take responsibility, learn from it an move on. Pain usually goes away in time. Good thing is that my sister told me that she was laughing and joking around this morning and not feeling sorry for herself. That surprised her but not me cause that's what I tried to teach her when she was racing. She did tell me she was looking forward to a little time off from doing choirs and things around the house. Ha oh no way, I told her I am already working on way to attach the mop to her right crutch. You don't get off that easy, not with me.

Right now she's in a half cast and looks like I'll be driving back up there this weekend to pick her up instead flying her back. Facebook page will have pool posted on what color cast she will get when she gets the full one on this Friday. I'm sure I'll come up with something stupid to give the winners.

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