Invincible

When she was about twelve years old it was her first time riding her little bright red four wheeler down the long stretch of grassy fields that lay on the other side of the tree line where her family's tent was set up.  She would spin, cut corners, jump whatever hill or bump there was to be found, and try to kick up as much dirt as possible.  She would come up behind her Dad and honk that God awful horn several times in a row to let him know that she was coming up behind him on his four wheeler and he better look out. 

She thought she was invincible, that nothing could touch her and nothing could stand in her way of feeling the freeness that she loved to feel when she went as fast as that little red four wheeler could go.  She was flying and she never wanted to come down from the high she got from it.

A couple days into her camping trip, her family and close friends decided that it would be about time to go out and explore the new trails and see what they could find up there in the new area. The two pairs of parents set up the four kids (her and her sister and their two "brothers") with their jackets and snacks and they were off for a day of fun.

Day went on, they had fun, and it was about that time to head home ward bound to their camping site.  Mike the oldest of the four kids decided to take the lead on this one and show the way back to the camp site.  She knew how to get there too and both decided before the departure had commenced that they would have a race back to the camp site. 

However I must tell you that Mike's four wheeler was a much powerful four wheeler than her little red four wheeler, but she didn't care.  She knew that he could get her on the straight aways but she was much quicker at cutting the corners and looping in and out of the trees than he was, and since most of the trail back to the site was curvy she liked the odds to the outcome.

So they were off into the trees, dodging in and out, back and forth with Mike in the lead and her right on his butt waiting, just waiting for that perfect moment to come in and around to the front of him.  They came out into a clearing that held a dusty trial that had been previously used and visibility was ok but not perfect.  She knew right then and there that the perfect moment that she was waiting for was never going to happen, but he kept the same speed as he did zipping in and out of the trees.

He was taunting her, she knew he was.  She knew that Mike was the type of person who loved to rub in the wins that he had made, but all of a sudden he hit the gas and gone in the dust and she was left in his dust.  She gunned it, not thinking of whatever would lie ahead for she thought she was invincible.  She squinted hard into the dust and saw his figure in the distance, and then he dropped.

Confusion overwhelmed her brain but as she came up on the spot where Mike had dropped she hit the brakes as hard as she could leaving only a foot and a half of distance between her and the six foot drop to a mud hole where Mike laid with his four wheeler on top of him.

We like to think that we're all invincible and that nothing can come close to touching us, but we are wrong.  The story that I had read "The School" really didn't inspire me to write this story but it did go along the lines of that life is an important thing we have and to never take something so precious for granted.  Live it to the fullest of course but be wise and smart about all that you do.