OK, OK. I know I said "What's the worst that can happen? We always have band-aids in the car." I know I tell me son (like everyday) try something new, don't be afraid to fail. But this took it a little bit too far. My 8 yr old son flipped a quad. He survived. He's battered and bruised but he's ok. He was out riding a quad (a type of dirt bike for those that don't know) at his cousin's house. He was having sooo much fun and feeling so brave that he started going a little faster, revving it through the turns and simply enjoying himself. Well, next thing I know I don't hear the quad and I see Luke limping up the hill, my husband running to him and one shoe off. Thank God he was wearing a helmet. He had shorts on, so he did get really beat up. His leg was ripped up pretty good. He had all kinds of welts, cuts all over both arms, and his abdomen was red. The redness on the stomach scared me the most and I was ready to take him to the ER fearing some internal bruising. An icepack quieted it down though. The best I can gather is he flew off the quad when he went around a turn. The quad actually flipped over completly and landed right side up again. It is for the best that he was thrown from it as I just can't imagine what would have happened if it had landed on him. It was a terrible moment. Though he was crying, I think he cried worst of all when my husband put neosporin on the wounds. Ouch!
About 30 minutes later, he was back out there, riding again. And he even had two of the ladies as his passengers!
Even Emma rode with her big cousin Kohl on a smaller quad. What was that about letting go? Getting back on a horse? Whatever the case, he is MUCH braver than me, that's for sure.
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