Our Cul-de-sac

Slice of Life: Day 11

I love that we live on a cul-de-sac.  It’s one of the reasons I fell in love with our house.  I grew up on a cul-de-sac as a kid and I have many fond memories of playing with friends and neighbors.  Our cul-de-sac is no exception.  It is within view of the park, so it usually draws other bikers, scooters and roller bladers.  Today my daughter was adamant about learning how to scooter on her own.  My son had out the big bouncy ball and was kicking it around.  Then a neighbor friend saw us on the way home from the park, dumped his bike and helmet in the grass and went to scour our garage for some other ball, toy or wheeled-something.

First, it was sword fighting with water blasters.  Then, throwing the tennis ball and catching it with velcro mitts.  Then, onto the bike.

“Don’t you need a helmet?”
“Nah.”
“Pretty sure your mom makes you wear a helmet “
Ugh, busted.
The bike was quickly abandoned at the end of the neighbor’s driveway in search of the previously dropped helmet.  Next, my son came tearing out of the garage on his big wheel.  Plastic wheels spinning trying to gain traction.  Me cringing waiting for the tires to break upon bouncing off the curb.  On to the John Deere four wheeler.  Fast, slow, sharp turn, reverse.  All the while we scooter around in circles trying to avoid the boys and not hit the curbs.  Toys strewn about, laughter abound, all in the safety and comfort of our cul-de-sac.

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