Once my Dad wrecked bad on his motorcycle and he looked hurt.  I ran over to him and said “Dad! I hope you don’t die”.  He laughed and said he’d just hurt his wrist and he thought he’d be OK. 

Once my Dad and I were riding and I was on my KTM 50.  My Dad told me not to ride in the tall grass but I thought “what the hell” and I went there anyway.  I ran into a ditch and my front wheel was small enough to go into it.  I crashed and went over the handlebars and landed on my face.  My dad comes racing over and said “are you all right?”  I said, “Can I do it again”.  My dad smiled and said, “Oh, I think we’ve had enough for today.” so we went home. 

Once at Prairie City, my Dad got second place in a Hare Scrambles.  The track went all over the whole park.  There were more than 100 people there.  My Mom was all excited during the race.