The Kid versus the Cadillac

My first car versus human experience occurred at the hands of my grandmother (my mother’s mother), whom I affectionately referred to as my “grandmother the ninja”.  Somewhere between the age of nine and ten, I was riding my bike up and down the street pretending I was Evil Knievel.  I was giddy with excitement because my grandmother was coming over and what child doesn’t want to see his grandmother? Plus mine was a ninja.

I’m sitting on my bicycle in front of my parent’s house, which sometimes resembled a rockin’ poppin’ rock and roll stadium of chaotic parties. It just so happens on this day it wasn’t that way, but actually empty of anyone except myself.  (That’s right – no adult supervision – at least prior to the arrival of the ninja.) So, here comes the big old Caddy coming around the corner and there I sit on my bike in front of the house waiting. Here comes my ninja grandmother in her big old Caddy and the next thing I know I’m on the hood with my bicycle under the front end.

So, here is the lesson I’ve learned and the everlasting memory that the classroom I call life provided. My grandmother got out of her vehicle, and promptly told me stop playing around, and get off of the hood of the car. Wait a second…. I’m the one who was just hit and it’s my fault. What was wrong with this picture? So, I pull myself off of the hood of the car after looking at the splattered bugs on the windshield, pull my bicycle out from under the car, and sit down on the front porch wondering what the hell just happened.

After about thirty minutes of sitting on the porch in disbelief I go back inside the house and the hobo coffee is brewing and the real lessons of life begin. I miss both of my grandmothers and I am grateful I had the chance to spend time with them. Plus, how else would I have so many stories to write about? They only get better.

See you in the next post!

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Author: The Ordinary Compass

Hello and welcome to this collection of anecdotes from my years of ordinary moments and timeless memories. I try to share a positive message, as well as lessons learned which have helped me appreciate life. Sometimes, all it takes is a simple (positive) gesture. I write in the hope that I can make a difference and you as the reader will also see the possibilities that surround you, and as well that the little things do make a big difference. I’m originally from New Jersey, have traveled and lived on both the east and west coasts, and have happily been a Virginia resident for more than ten years. I have been married for over ten years; my wife is my anchor and has kept my compass correct. I have always been an individual who likes the outdoors. I like taking my time to think about the outcomes of situations. I enjoy philosophy and love science. I am no stranger to high adrenaline activities and love everything that revolves around water. Thank you for stopping by and feel free to comment, re-blog (with credit), or just read along! –Robert Konz. The Ordinary Compass: Original photographs and writings are the copyright and property of Robert Konz, and may not be used without permission.

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