Well, this is the second story of my Childhood Tales series. This one takes a more serious twist as it deals directly with me. One fine summer day, my cousins, my siblings, and I were all playing around at my grandparents’ house.

In order for this story to make sense, you must understand some things about my grandparents’ house. They live on a hill and they have a long, curvy driveway that leads up the hill to their house. At the base of the driveway were some old tires that were just sitting there.

Being the mischievous children that we were, we decided to race tires. We would all get a tire then climb to the top of the hill and race them down the hill to see whose tire won. Well, all was going well.

Then, as I was taking a break at the bottom of the hill, my grandma pulled up into the driveway in my grandpa’s new white Lincoln towncar. Of course my mother and my aunt were also in the car with her. Before I could tell my cousins and my brother and sister not to roll the tires, they let them go.

My grandma had stopped and was watching the tire head straight for her beautiful new car. Well, I was not going to let that tire hit her car. I was in trouble a lot as a child and this was one time I was going to prevent a guaranteed punishment.

As that tire came closer, I bravely stepped out in front of it and was ready to stop it. By this time though, the tire had picked up speed and was traveling quite quickly. Suddenly, the tire hit me. I flew up in the air and back several feet. But the tire continued to roll. I had however diverted it and it did not hit the car.

It did however knock the wind out of me. For a while I could not get up. I was in complete shock. As I was lying flat on my back I looked up to see two heads looking down at me. It was my mom and my aunt. What were they doing? Laughing hysterically!

I couldn’t believe it! Here, the woman who had gone through so much travail and pain to bring me into this world was now laughing at my misery. They picked up my little bleeding and shattered body and took me up to the house–laughing the entire way.

Once at the house they took me into the bathroom to clean me up (still laughing). As I looked down to make my own assessment of the damage, I noticed that from my heels up to my thighs were tread marks. (that set off the deathly laughs) I cried and cried. They laughed and laughed. It was a sick and twisted sight.

In the end, I had those tread marks for the next couple of months! But I am proud to say that I saved the day and placed my life on the line to save the other members of my mischievous team! I should have gotten a medal, but I was satisfied with not getting punished!

Next Story: Flying Reindeer

PS My mom and aunt are still laughing to this day about what has been named “The Tire Story.” My aunt even got me a keychain with a tire on it. Sick, sick humor.