We had a huge rolling gate behind the
shop. We were all outside. The bigger kids were four-wheeling through
the fields. Charlie was out playing and
investigating as usual. He had opened
the gate and as he rolled it open it became dislodged. It fell onto him. He says he stood there for what seemed like
hours, I think it was probably more like five minutes, holding the gate
vertical while screaming for help.
No one heard him. The engines of the four-wheelers were loud
and everyone was screaming as they played.
Finally Adam and I heard Charlie and went to see what the screaming was
about.
The gate had barbed wire across the
top and Charlie had been afraid to drop it fearing it would have cut him. To this day Charlie insists he was trapped a
lot longer than the five minutes.
Because he was always wandering off to explore or sitting with the
barnyard animals for hours at a time I really don't know how long he was
missing. That was not the only time Adam
came to his rescue.
Charlie and Adam had an ongoing game
of when one got the better of the other he would put his thumb under his chin
and nod at the other. That nod meant
victor to the nodder. When Charlie was
safe and dusted off Adam grinned at him, looking all proud of himself placed
his thumb under his chin and gave Charlie the dreaded nod, saying, "Looks
like I saved your life again Charlie."
Within two minutes Adam was racing
Heidi up the hill again on his four wheeler and Charlie had snuggled into a
cozy hay pile watching his goats play contemplating, I'm sure, his near death
experience.
I surely love your family stories! It's like being there! :)
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