{"id":5766,"date":"2018-04-07T12:31:14","date_gmt":"2018-04-07T19:31:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.leftyparent.com\/blog\/?p=5766"},"modified":"2022-10-04T20:42:01","modified_gmt":"2022-10-05T03:42:01","slug":"clubius-incarnate-part-5-tricycle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.leftyparent.com\/blog\/2018\/04\/07\/clubius-incarnate-part-5-tricycle\/","title":{"rendered":"Clubius Incarnate Part 5 – Tricycle"},"content":{"rendered":"

I learned to ride my tricycle a long way. Dad took me out on what he called \u201cadventures\u201d. I liked it because he let me pick which way to go and I could go as far as I wanted. But if I went really far, it would be a long way back too and my legs would get tired. I also liked it because dad walked behind me or in the street, so I could pretend that I was doing it by myself and pretend I was driving a car or a plane. He did come closer to make sure I looked both ways for cars before I crossed the street.<\/p>\n

Today there were clouds, but the sun was out between them, and the air was cool and full of plant smells and energy that got inside me. I was ready for a big \u201cadventure\u201d.<\/p>\n

I told dad I wanted to see if Molly could go too, since she had a tricycle like mine. She and I had a lot of the same toys. While dad waited out on the sidewalk by the street I walked up and knocked on the front door of her house. I was thinking her mom or dad would open the door, and I was all ready to not be shy and ask one of them if Molly could play. But it was Molly who opened the door. She said she saw me coming through the window. Her mom said it would be \u201cperfect\u201d if she came along, that Molly was \u201crestless\u201d anyway and needed to get out. I kind of knew what that word \u201crestless\u201d meant, and that was a good way to say how everything inside and outside of me felt too.<\/p>\n

I told Molly that my plan was to go in the direction that dad said was \u201ceast\u201d. She said that was a good plan and ran and got her tricycle.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you go first\u201d, she said, and then bit her thumb while she was thinking, then finally taking it out. \u201cBut let\u2019s pretend that we are flying.\u201d<\/p>\n

Molly had a \u201ctelevision\u201d in her basement and she liked to watch a story called \u201cSky King\u201d, which was about flying airplanes. I had watched it with her and I liked it too. I really liked the beginning part showing Sky King\u2019s plane flying over mountains while the voice said, \u201cOut of the clear blue of the Western sky comes Sky King!” Where that \u201cWest\u201d was I didn\u2019t know, but I guess it was in the other direction, because we were going east today.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou and I are Sky Kings\u201d, Molly explained. \u201cI don\u2019t want to be Penny because she doesn\u2019t fly. She just rides sometimes and gets in trouble and Sky King has to save her.\u201d<\/p>\n

That made sense to me, since Penny was Sky King\u2019s friend who was always getting captured by bad guys. Who wants to get captured by bad guys when you can fly and get those bad guys instead.<\/p>\n

As I started to pedal down the sidewalk I made the plane noise and pretended I was taking off. I heard Molly behind me make that noise and take off too. Dad walked to our left out in the street, where we didn\u2019t really see him when we were pretending. When we came to a street we wanted to cross, dad had told me I had to stop, turn my head and look both ways for cars before going across, and then get off my tricycle and walk it across the street. Molly did the same thing. It kind of messed up the pretending, but only until we got to the other side. It was like when they stopped the story on television to tell you to buy something.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook at that giant mountain!\u201d she said. It was a house with an upstairs like Molly\u2019s house. I got that we were pretending the houses on either side of us were mountains.<\/p>\n

\u201cBe careful. Stay on course!\u201d she said. I didn\u2019t know that last word but I figured out what it meant.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m right behind you, Sky King!\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

It was easy to pedal because we were going kind of down, so it felt more like flying. I had never been in an airplane, but I had dreams where I was flying and I imagined everything looking small below me on either side.<\/p>\n

\u201cSee any bad guys?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot yet but keep looking!\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

Anything one of us wanted to pretend could be a badguy. This time it was a barking dog behind the gate of a house we rode by.<\/p>\n

\u201cWatch out for that bad guy!\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cGot it. Roger!\u201d she said. That was the word they always used, \u201cRoger\u201d, when they wanted to say yes.<\/p>\n

We stopped our story to cross another street, then started it again. We finally got to a really big street and dad was out in front pointing with his hand that the two of us should turn right.<\/p>\n

\u201cRight turn!\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cRight turn, roger!\u201d she said back.<\/p>\n

This block went up. I felt my legs hurt a little.<\/p>\n

\u201cGetting hard!\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah but we can do it!\u201d she said back.<\/p>\n

Across the big street from us was the giant football place. Mom and dad called it \u201cthe stadium\u201d.<\/p>\n

We came to a place where there was another big street crossing and there were big metal poles with hanging lights way above us that changed colors to tell the cars when to stop and go. Dad had told me that at streets like this you watched for the light to turn green but still also looked both ways. He stood in front of us and pointed up at the light hanging from wires way above us. The red light at the top finally turned off and the green light below it turned on. We walked our tricycles across the street between two white lines on the street. On the other side was the tall silver metal fence of the stadium. I remembered being there a long time ago, though today there were no other people around. The gate into the stadium was open and we flew in.<\/p>\n

Inside the fence was a big open area that was more like sidewalk than dirt. Dad sat by the gate and opened a book he was carrying and started reading. I knew that meant that we could do whatever we wanted as long as he could see us and we stayed inside the gate.<\/p>\n

Molly and I rode in circles around each other making loud airplane noises and saying, \u201cWatch out!\u201d, when we got close to crashing into each other. I could feel my legs getting tired, but the energy in the air kept me going.<\/p>\n

My front wheel got caught inside one of her back wheels.<\/p>\n

\u201cUh oh, crash!\u201d Molly yelled out and tumbled off her seat to the ground with hands in the air and her mouth and eyes wide open. I followed and tumbled off my tricycle as well next to her. The ground was hard and rough but we both did a pretend fall so it didn\u2019t really hurt. Dad stopped reading his book to look at us, but went back to reading. Molly and I were now lying close to each other on the ground.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s pretend we are in a hospital now getting better after the crash!\u201d Molly said, on her back looking up at the sky. \u201cHow are you?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay\u201d, I said<\/p>\n

\u201cNo you\u2019re not\u201d, she said, \u201cYou\u2019re in the hospital! I\u2019ve got a broken neck.\u201d<\/p>\n

I had never had a broken neck or seen anyone with one, but grownups were always talking about it like it was really bad. And she was right, since we had a crash and I was in the hospital I must have something bad.<\/p>\n

\u201cI broke my leg\u201d, I said.<\/p>\n

Still looking up at the sky, she nodded and said, \u201cWe are going to be stuck here for a while.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, it was a bad crash\u201d, I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cAt least we\u2019re together\u201d, she said, turning her head to look at me.<\/p>\n

She was right, and I had been thinking the same thing, but had felt shy to say so.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah\u201d, I said, looking back at her. Who cared how long it took to get better. We were together!<\/p>\n

Neither of us said anything for a while. Dad still sat against the fence and read. Looking up at the puffy white clouds moving slowly in the sky, I felt like I was floating, I didn\u2019t even remember I was lying on the ground. I didn\u2019t need to think or do anything, just watch the clouds move slowly. I felt Molly next to me. She and the sky were everything, and it was okay if there was nothing else and it never changed.<\/p>\n

Suddenly a dark shadow zoomed over us. The sky was still blue but the sun was behind a cloud, and my skin felt cold without it shining on me. Molly and I said nothing, but I knew she was feeling it too. The energy in the air was changing. The smell was changing too. Still sweet, but not like flowers. Different, like the smell of the pipes in the basement. Still lying with our backs on the hard ground, we looked at each other with big eyes that told each other we felt it. A cool breeze tickled my nose and made little bumps rise on the skin on my arms. I saw them on Molly\u2019s arms too. Something was happening.<\/p>\n

I stretched my neck so I could see dad. He was still reading. Did he not feel it?<\/p>\n

I looked at Molly. \u201cWe better get better soon!\u201d<\/p>\n

Molly nodded a little bit. \u201cWe better.\u201d<\/p>\n

We waited. The shadow zoomed away as quickly as it came over us. I felt the warm sunshine on my skin again. But the energy was still changed. The smell in the air was still different. The wind was blowing a little harder. Something was coming.<\/p>\n

Dad was now up on his feet. The fingers of his hands reached through and gripped the metal fence and he pulled it towards him as he looked out into the distance. I sat up and looked too. Molly did the same. Though the sun was still bright in our eyes in the blue part of the sky, between the white puffy clouds, there was what looked like a wall of dark gray clouds below it in the distance.<\/p>\n

\u201cA storm\u2019s coming\u201d, dad said. Though his voice was always steady, I could hear the feelings of excitement underneath the steady part.<\/p>\n

Molly and I looked at each other. So that was what we were feeling. Dad didn\u2019t seem worried, so we weren’t either. Molly and I moved up to the fence next to him and put our fingers through and gripped it the same way, looking off into the distance. No one talked. We just watched, smelled and felt it coming. The gray clouds were getting higher in the distance and the wind was getting stronger. With dad quiet and excited like us, he didn\u2019t feel like a grownup anymore.<\/p>\n

We all waited not talking as it became, under the still shining sun, what it was going to be.<\/p>\n

A jagged bolt of bright light split the gray wall. I knew what it was. \u201cLightning\u201d, I said. Molly looked at me for just a second and went back to look out at that part of the sky.<\/p>\n

Dad had started counting in a whisper. \u201cOne Mississippi, two Mississippi\u2026\u201d, all the way up to fourteen, before a low rumble came from the wall of clouds.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe storm\u2019s about three and a half miles away\u201d, he said, seeming like a grownup again. I could tell Molly was shivering with excitement like me.<\/p>\n

We waited. Another lightning bolt. Another count. Just three miles, though the sun still was shining above the growing gray wall of clouds. I knew numbers and counting down, but \u201cmiles\u201d really didn\u2019t make much sense to me other than sounding like a long way.<\/p>\n

Dad sighed and squeezed his face with his hand, a thing he did sometimes when he was thinking, like Molly biting her thumb.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t think we have time to get home before the rain hits. And this is a thunderstorm\u201d, he said.<\/p>\n

Thunderstorm. Molly and I, still standing next to each other, holding the fence, looked at each other. Our excited eyes said \u201cthunderstorm\u201d to each other, we didn\u2019t have to speak. I remembered other storms with lightning and thunder, but I\u2019d always been inside or in the car. But here we were outside, where the storm was in charge.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome storm, we\u2019re ready!\u201d I thought to myself. Molly nodded like she could hear my thinking.<\/p>\n

There was the biggest bolt of lightning so far, jagged and thicker than the ones before, splitting into two parts at the bottom. Dad counted to eight this time.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust two miles, we better get under cover.\u201d The giant stadium was behind us. I figured we could stand in the tunnel that went around under the sitting part and be out of the rain.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot yet!\u201d Molly said.<\/p>\n

I was thinking that, but it shocked me that Molly had actually said it. She was going against what a grownup had just said we should do. I liked her courage, but still.<\/p>\n

Dad looked at her, and there was surprise in his face too. I wondered if he would get mad at her. But his eyes softened and then sparkled.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay\u201d, he said, \u201cWe\u2019ll wait until the thunder is four seconds after the lightning, which means that the storm\u2019s a mile away.\u201d<\/p>\n

A shadow rushed towards us along the ground and the clouds covered the sun again. Suddenly it was dark and cold, and the wind whipped across my body and made Molly\u2019s yellow hair flutter then fall back down over her ears. We looked at and felt the energy of the coming storm.<\/p>\n

Two bolts of lightning this time, one on either side of the gray part of the sky.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a loud crack of thunder that made Molly and me jump, and then a rolling rumble that shook the ground.<\/p>\n

\u201cTime to go!\u201d said Molly.<\/p>\n

\u201cYep\u201d, dad said and then he laughed like he was having fun. This was an adventure, and he was having it with us.<\/p>\n

The clouds were overhead now. The wind was starting to blow drops of water against our faces. Dark spots of water were showing up on the ground around us.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s go!\u201d Molly\u2019s eyes flashed, and she pushed herself away from the fence, hit me on the shoulder, and I watched her from behind running as fast as she could, arms and legs everywhere, towards her tricycle. I ran after her, feeling bigger drops of rain hitting my face and arms. Dad was behind me. Molly was on her tricycle now, pedaling as fast as she could toward the entrance of the stadium. I got on mine and did the same. It seemed to take forever, and big drops of rain were smacking against me all over my body. Finally we made it under the overhang and the water stopped hitting us.<\/p>\n

We turned back and looked at the storm just in front of us, but not able to quite get us. We were just behind the line on the concrete floor that was still dry. Big drops of water smacked the ground and exploded just in front of us. On either side of us was the curving floor that went around the stadium under the sitting part, lit only by the light coming in from this opening and others farther down. I thought of Tom Sawyer in the cave, and wondered if there were bats here.<\/p>\n

I felt the strength of the giant quiet stadium, unmoved by the storm. \u201cNa, na, na, na\u201d, I thought at that storm, \u201cYou can\u2019t get us!\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a huge flash that lit up everything outside, and either side of the curving cave inside as well. Then the loudest crack of thunder I had ever heard, echoing through the inside part on either side of us. Molly screamed. Without even knowing it I grabbed dad.<\/p>\n

Then everything was back to just the roar and splash of the rain. Still holding on to dad, feeling a pounding in my chest, I looked at Molly. She was sobbing and gasping for breath. I was scared and did not know what to do, so it felt good to hear dad\u2019s calm steady voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cMolly, are you alright?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

His voice wasn\u2019t scared like Molly\u2019s mom at my birthday party when Molly fell off the merry-go-round, before she started crying. Molly looked at the two of us in each other\u2019s arms and her breathing got slower. The pounding in my chest got slower too. Dad and I let go of each other and he rubbed my head and looked into my eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou okay Cloob?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think so\u201d, I said<\/p>\n

\u201cYou okay Molly?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

She just looked at the ground and said, \u201cI want to go home!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay\u201d, dad said, \u201cBut we need to stay here and wait until the rain lets up.\u201d<\/p>\n

Molly nodded but was quiet and looked down at the ground.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat was scary!\u201d I said, trying to let Molly know she wasn\u2019t the only one who got scared. Molly nodded again, and bit on her thumb, leaving it in her mouth and not saying anything.<\/p>\n

I could tell dad was worried about what Molly said and wanted to make things better, like grownups tried to do. There was another flash of lightning and a big boom just seconds after it that echoed through the big empty inside part of the stadium.<\/p>\n

Dad looked at us with a serious face. \u201cYou know both of you, that being in this stadium is about the safest place we can be in a storm like this.\u201c<\/p>\n

Molly, thumb still in her mouth, looked around with big eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou two want to ride around inside while we wait for the rain to let up?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay\u201d, I said, \u201cIt\u2019s like we\u2019re in a giant cave.\u201d Again more saying my words to Molly, who was still biting on her thumb, than to my dad. She looked up at the high slanted top part above us and sat on her tricycle and looked at me. She didn\u2019t say anything but I knew she wanted me to go first.<\/p>\n

I got on my tricycle and started to pedal down the inside part. Molly followed behind me. Dad waited a moment and then walked behind Molly. As I rode, the noise of the rain outside slowly got softer, but then got louder again as we came up to the next opening to the outside. There was more lightning, but it took longer for the thunder to come, and it was more of a low rumble than a crack. I looked back at Molly and caught her eyes for a moment, but then she looked down.<\/p>\n

We got to the other side of the stadium before the big drops of rain stopped making noisy splashes on the ground. Dad looked out one of the openings to the outside.<\/p>\n

\u201cLooks like the storm is passing over. Let\u2019s wait a few more minutes and then head home.\u201d<\/p>\n

Molly stopped her bicycle. I saw her so I stopped too. It seemed like the only thing she wanted to do was go home, so now she would wait until we were ready to do that.<\/p>\n

I thought about Tom Sawyer and the cave where he got lost with his friend Becky. There were no grownups around to help them, but Tom figured out what to do by himself. I wanted to be like Tom, but still I was glad dad was here with us.<\/p>\n

Just now light came in from the outside, lighting the space on either side of us. I could tell it was the sun.<\/p>\n

Dad smiled but squeezed the bottom of his face with his hand, thinking.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay. The rain stopped. Let\u2019s see if we can get home before more comes.\u201d<\/p>\n

We followed him on our tricycles out into the area outside the stadium and then out a different gate to the sidewalk by the big street. He looked up the street to where the lights were hanging from the wires, where we had crossed before we got to the stadium.<\/p>\n

\u201cUsually we would cross up there at the light, but we are in a hurry to get home so\u2026\u201d He looked at the two of us. \u201cGet off your trikes, and I will carry them across the street. You two hold hands and walk in front of me. We\u2019ll all cross right here when I say so.\u201d<\/p>\n

We both nodded and got off our tricycles. Molly did not say no this time. She reached out her hand to mine and I grabbed it. Her hand was warm and holding it felt good. It made us feel even more together. Dad moved us so we were standing just in front of him. He picked up one of our tricycles in each hand.<\/p>\n

A car went by. Its wheels spraying the water with a whooshing noise that flowed down the street.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait until I tell you to walk and then walk fast\u201d, he said, \u201cBut don\u2019t run and don\u2019t let go of each other!\u201d<\/p>\n

Molly and I waited, hand in hand. I watched the water flowing down the edge of the big street. Her hand squeezed mine. I squeezed back and looked at her. There was a little smile on her mouth and her eyes flashed like they usually did, not that empty look she had after she got scared.<\/p>\n

Another car came by but there were no more after that.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, let\u2019s go!\u201d<\/p>\n

Hand in hand Molly and I jumped over the flowing water and started to move quickly across the street. Dad was behind us carrying our tricycles, looking back and forth in either direction as we made our way across. Molly and I jumped over another stream of water by the other edge and then were on the sidewalk. Dad came behind us and put down our tricycles and had a big smile on his face.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay\u201d, he said, \u201cNow do the two of you know which way is home?\u201d We both pointed down the street that headed away from the big street.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay\u201d, he said, \u201cLead the way!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll go first!\u201d said Molly. It was the first words Molly had said since she got scared. She got on her tricycle and started to pedal and I followed her. Up the street there was a car that looked familiar honking its horn. When it got close to us it pulled over and stopped. Molly\u2019s mom got out.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere you three are! I was worried when that awful storm hit!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re doing okay\u201d, dad said, \u201cWe stayed safe and dry under the stadium.\u201d<\/p>\n

Molly\u2019s mom seemed a little bit mad. \u201cEric, I finally got in the car to look for you. There are pay phones in the stadium. Why didn\u2019t you call? I would have come and rescued you!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell\u201d, dad looked worried and maybe a little mad too, but his voice stayed calm. \u201cYou know, we were safe under the stadium, and the kids liked watching the storm come. If it hadn\u2019t passed over as quickly as it came I would have called.\u201d He didn\u2019t say anything about Molly getting scared. I wasn\u2019t going to say anything, and I don\u2019t think Molly wanted to either.<\/p>\n

Molly\u2019s mom looked at the two of us and bent down to look more closely.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou two don\u2019t look too worse for wear!\u201d Her voice was more relaxed. She ran her fingers through Molly\u2019s hair fixing it. \u201cJust a little wet perhaps. But how about we put your trikes in the back and I\u2019ll drive you three home?\u201d<\/p>\n

I wanted to say no and keep on riding with Molly, but she just nodded, so I nodded too. Molly\u2019s mom opened the door and we climbed into the back seat. Dad put our tricycles in the back part of their car and then sat in front across from Molly\u2019s mom.<\/p>\n

As she drove, Molly\u2019s mom looked back at us. \u201cSo you two rode your trikes all the way to the stadium, and crossed all those streets!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe looked both ways!\u201d Molly said. She seemed finally to be feeling better.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey looked both ways\u201d, dad repeated, \u201cAnd they waited for the light to turn green at Main before walking their trikes across the street at the crosswalk.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe watched the storm come!\u201d Molly continued to tell the story, \u201cAnd Coob\u2019s dad counted for the thunder after the lightning.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe counted\u201d, Molly\u2019s mom repeated, smiling and looking at dad.<\/p>\n

Then she stopped smiling and was thinking. She looked at dad again. \u201cSo Molly calls Jonathan \u2018Coob\u2019? Is that a nickname? I haven\u2019t heard it before.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell yeah\u201d, dad tried to laugh a little and looked worried, \u201cIt\u2019s Molly\u2019s version of one of several nicknames Jane and I made up for him. It\u2019s short for Clubius, which of course is another nickname.\u201d<\/p>\n

The car stopped. We were in front of Molly\u2019s house.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a long story\u201d, dad said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI bet it is\u201d, said Molly\u2019s mom, looking at dad, \u201cYou two want to come in for cocoa, maybe coffee for the grownups?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCocoa sounds good\u201d, dad said. He liked everything that was sweet.<\/p>\n

We all got out of the car. Dad took the tricycles out of the back and put them by the side of the house. Thinking some more, Molly\u2019s mom asked, \u201cIs Jane home? She should join us if she can!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s at a doctor\u2019s appointment\u201d, dad said.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo how far along is she? She\u2019s starting to really show!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSix and a half months. She\u2019s due at the end of June.\u201d<\/p>\n

I figured they must be talking about the baby inside mom that was making her look so big in her stomach. Mom had told me that a baby would come out of her and it would be my brother or sister. It didn\u2019t seem possible. Where could it possibly come out of!<\/p>\n

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