An Unexpected Flight
A child sits on the tale gate of an old, green, Chevy, pick-up truck. The path in which the truck travels is solely defined by the tire tracks of the days previous journeys Some bumps are deep enough that the tips of little toes nearly touch the ground. The journey had been taken before, and the anticipation of the known bumps held enough joy to entice laughter.
The drive is short. Only about 5 minutes one way. Yet, those 5 minutes seemed like a lifetime of adventure, never long enough. Amongst the familiarity of the path, nearly every journey held an unanticipated bump. A little nick in the road hidden by weeds that had overgrown.
The child squeals with joy as feet nearly touch the ground, and hands clinch the sides of the well-weathered truck. The flight has begun.
For the unexpected bumps were always the best. It was those bumps that taught me how to fly.
