I watched the spry, diminutive daredevil, as he zipped fearlessly in and out of traffic on his little pre-school sized BMX bicycle, barefooted and dirty….
He rode his little bike with a form of street savvy that I envied…and somewhat feared. Where was he going? Where was he coming from? Was he accountable to someone?
He stopped at the traffic light ahead of me with a dirty little foot well placed on the ground for balance, impatiently awaiting his turn to join the free flowing traffic, when apparently, frustrated by the wait and feeling that he was not subject to traffic laws, he darted across the road, arrogantly popping a wheelie as he joined the flow of cars.
He executed the wheelie with daring precision, and I could not help but admire its longevity and the seeming casualness of his cycling maneuvers, which indicated that he was a veteran of the streets. He owned the road. All vehicles were subject to his will.
Then, as one disgruntled driver sat aggressively on his horn, having had to swerve in order to miss hitting little Evel Knievel, I watched in awe as he raised a grubby little middle figure in the general direction of the driver, all executed with a sneer of the upper lip.
My first inclination on seeing this act of defiance was to snicker...and then, I wanted to cry…What is to become of our children?
On that depressed note, I shall now exit.
He rode his little bike with a form of street savvy that I envied…and somewhat feared. Where was he going? Where was he coming from? Was he accountable to someone?
He stopped at the traffic light ahead of me with a dirty little foot well placed on the ground for balance, impatiently awaiting his turn to join the free flowing traffic, when apparently, frustrated by the wait and feeling that he was not subject to traffic laws, he darted across the road, arrogantly popping a wheelie as he joined the flow of cars.
He executed the wheelie with daring precision, and I could not help but admire its longevity and the seeming casualness of his cycling maneuvers, which indicated that he was a veteran of the streets. He owned the road. All vehicles were subject to his will.
Then, as one disgruntled driver sat aggressively on his horn, having had to swerve in order to miss hitting little Evel Knievel, I watched in awe as he raised a grubby little middle figure in the general direction of the driver, all executed with a sneer of the upper lip.
My first inclination on seeing this act of defiance was to snicker...and then, I wanted to cry…What is to become of our children?
On that depressed note, I shall now exit.
'Fro.
7 comments:
New breed of children...Everybody wants to be Stewie:)
Our children are growing up too fast and too disrespectful. A pity!
Evel Knievel needs a spanking indeed! But there are many kids out there who aren't like him. And who's to say he won't channel that energy (and finger) into something positive when he's a little older/wiser?
If you'd administer said spanking, chances are he would have enjoyed it.
@ Abeni ... you hit the nail right on the head. But little children Evil Knievel's age shouldn't be watching Stewie.
Parents need to step up their game big time in raising up these children.
their parents take the blame. need to keep them in check
the driver shoulda lick him ratid, then him will learn him lesson. I tell you these children growing up these days are a whole new breed. No discipline, no respect... but who can we blame but our generation.
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