Light as a Feather

Leanne was crying at the top of her lungs, lying in the dirt road. I was frantic. I'd broken my 10 year old best friend and sister. Her ankle was hurt bad from the looks and sound of it. My knee was bleeding from the fall. The little trail of blood flowing down my leg cutting through the dust and dirt of the road.

I know what Leanne needed. Mom. She needed Mom. How do I get her there? She couldn't walk, and I couldn't put her on the bike we'd just fallen off of. Egh, what do I do? What do I do? I can't leave her lying in the road by herself, even though I could see the house. She didn't want to be left alone. I could yell, but there's no guarantee Mom would hear us in the house.

The story goes that I picked her up, put her arms around my neck and carried her up the road home like she was a baby. I remember the crunch of road beneath my shoes, the sound of my breath, and cooing her into calming down a little, her soft whimpers, and the slight tinge of pain as our weight went down on my knee as I got her home.

I'm 11 at this point and hadn't done much weight training in my life. (I've still not done much weight training since I was 11.) And yet I'm positive Someone Else was helping me carry her to Mom. That or He just shortened the road...