The summer holidays were long and the days were difficult to pass the time. It was a wet August morning like any other that year,remembering this clearly because I couldnt find my blue jacket with the hood. Being 12 years old , you are slowly begining to be cool,and certainly small things like getting wet in the next shower of rain didnt matter much. After breakfast ,which was usally tea and my mothers scone bread if you were lucky there was still some left eating every bite as if she was never going to bake again. As I sat there eating and wondering,how was I going to pass the day?sometimes Id look down our lane way and see if anyone was up for football. My mother would always find me a quick job around the house,she was very good at this roll. Suddenly ,there was movement on our lane way..who could this be? A friend? Yes..mother was going to have to wait another day at least to do me a deal with those hedges. This friend laughed alot and because he was 2 years older than me ,it automatically give him the power to laugh ,when he wanted. After kicking the ball into the next field,it was the end of yet another game. Now,I was wondering,why he was walking his bike up our lane,it was plane at this stange,that his back wheel tyre was flat,he asked me to pump it up for him,and back then it was an honor to be the young lad,to be able to help an older friend out with his bicycle and I was glad to help my older friend out with his flat tyre dilemma. I remember putting good strength into this job,and checking it several times. It was a sucess,ready for the road,my team-mate smiled with joy as he cycled off...shouting out loud I dont want to stop incase it goes flat again I watched him disapear into the misty rain that morning, not knowing what was about to unfold. I went to bed that night,thinking on all my adventures of the day. Next morning, as I entered our sitting room,there was alot of my family sitting around,why does everyone look so sad and upset? Please tell me ,whats wrong? My mother..took the courage to break the awful sad news to me...that my friend was involved in an accident with his bike the previous evening and was unfortunately dead. This was very painful and I remember thinking of the blasts of air I put into the tyre?..I also remember how happy he was sailing away into the rain,bless his heart. His anniversary was this week,so tonight I took my own bike to that spot ,where his accident happened,he would have been so pleased to see my fancy mountain bike of today, I didnt want him to think I forgot about him. R.I.P Team-mate. Thank you for reading this everyone and remember life doesnt look at your age or feelings,it just tests your core abilities and makes you the strong person you are today. Marty .
Posted on: Fri, 15 Aug 2014 22:13:14 +0000
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