The other day, I was driving to Craig's house and I swear to you, I passed a ~12 year old boy on a riding lawn mower, wearing a helmet. A HELMET. At first, I didn't really think much of it but as I looked in my rear view mirror and saw him circling around, I started to really process the fact that there was a 95% chance that his parents insisted he wear a helmet while mowing the yard. So, I deduce 1 of 2 things based on that observation…
1) He has REALLY protective parents.
or
2) His dad is Tim "The Toolman" Taylor and has tweaked the motor in that mower.
Then I started to wonder if his friends ever see him out there because this was on the corner of a neighborhood off HillTop Needmore (in Fuquay Varina), which isn't the most private of roads. Poor kid. I feel like the only thing that could really top this is opening up a minivan door to reveal a kid wearing a helmet with football pads. And not because he was going to a football game.
Confession: I laughed outloud a little when I saw him. And I may or may not have been alone in my car.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
My Definition of Trauma
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