Bright Green Wrapper

I was watching one child of mine play baseball while trying to keep track of the younger child playing on an adjacent playground. I turned my attention to playground-child in time to watch him size-up the jump from a platform to a overhead bar.

"He won't do it," I thought to myself, "He knows it's too far and too high."

Only to see him take off, fall, and lay still.

There is nothing like the timespan it takes to run to a hurt child.

When I got to him and he did sit up, he held his left wrist in his right hand as if it were a hurt bird he found.

"Why did you do it?" I asked.

"Because sometimes I think I can do things I can't," he reported.

What a sober answer. He is the owner of courage and the ability to clearly assess a lost. Some day this will feel handy. But not so much today:

The first day of summer vacation, with a bright green wrapper around a wrist that is indeed fractured.