Last weekend Rich took Alex, Avery, A.J., Aislynn, and Andrew on a 3 day camping/dirt bike riding trip in our local desert. A bunch of families from his fire department were going. I decided to stay home with Aria and the three older teens (who didn’t really want to go) and enjoyed a quiet, peaceful house!
I was a bit nervous about Andrew going on this trip, being that he’s only four years old. This was the first trip I allowed him to go on. Normally I keep him home with me. But Rich convinced me that Andrew would have the time of his life, and he promised me at least 20 times that he would be very careful and watch him closely, and not let him get hurt.
Well, I’m here to tell you that Andrew DID have the time of his life, and he DID NOT get hurt! Yay! I’m so grateful for that.
Believe it or not, this little guy rode his own dirt bike. It did not have training wheels. It was a two-wheeler. It was a DIRT BIKE, people! The kind with a motor! I still can’t believe it. Rich says that he must have rode that thing for 5 hours straight each day, if not more, only stopping to use the bathroom and to eat a meal.
Of course I have no photos of this because I WAS NOT THERE and I am the ONLY one who takes photos!!! Grrrrrr…..
I’m hoping that someone else who went on the trip has a video or something where I can witness my four year old riding a dirt bike. Rich says he even crashed a lot, which is good. Good? !!! How can that be good? He says that when you crash, you learn. So it was all good. I don’t know about that, but I guess it makes sense