“The world is SO wonderful!”
she exclaims one Saturday morning
as she and her sister ride their scooters behind me
on a walk to the coffee shop.
“But I could do without all the cracks,”
she says, pointing at the sidewalk.
Her scooter’s front wheel got caught on one once
and tipped her, face first, into the pavement.
She wasn’t even two when it happened,
but it doesn’t matter how old she was.
You don’t forget such things.