Never Again!

Never again will I roll down a steep hill in wild childish abandon.

Mark this down somewhere, September 4, 2011 was the

last time I will ever do that again.

It all started harmless enough, a trip to the park with friends.

The girls had fun riding their Radio Flier Push Trikes around the

bike path, playing on the playground, picking flowers

and eating a snack.

When it was time to go home, Rosie rode on the path, but

Daniela insisted on taking the stairs, so they beat us back to the car.

(Because Gramie had to go down the hill beside the stairs with the

bike and hang on to Daniela, step by step as well.)

It was a slow process.

Rosie was rolling down the hill in front of the parking lot area

and it looked like fun, so

Daniela wanted to try it.

She'd panic every time she started to roll, but kept wanting to try.

That's not me, but looks like our hill.

So very foolishly Gramie decided to show her how it's done.

Daniela didn't hesitate to give me a push to get me rolling

and she laughed uproariously as I rolled and tumbled down the hill.

Natalie & Rosie were laughing hysterically as well.

My friend said at first she wasn't sure if I was okay

because of all the flip-flopping I did.

Really--- because I thought I was rolling rather smoothly

and had trouble figuring out how to stop myself.

When I had come to a halt,

I had to lay there for a couple minutes, as it really made me dizzy.

Then I made my way back to the top
 where I attempted to walk Daniela through the

whole process of rolling down a hill.

She wasn't having it, but kept saying, 
 "MiMi Lay Down!"   "MiMi Lay Down!"

I finally gave up and told her I'll show you one more time and that's it.

So...

 ( I know this doesn't make me look very bright,

but be kind and give me Gramie of the Year why don't you.)
So...  after a big push off,

I rolled down the very steep hill a second time.

This time unbeknown to me I had an even bigger audience

and I rolled so fast I practically rolled out of my pants, which

were to big for me, after my weight loss.

I had more trouble stopping the second time,

probably because I was more disoriented.

I was so dizzy I couldn't even sit up and kept falling over.

It took even longer to recover the second time and I

felt like I was going to puke and my head started hurting.

I do believe that little escapade could have won a Funniest
Home Video award had it been recorded on someones camera.

Of course, Daniela wanted me to go again, but

I had wizened up and insisted we head for home.

I jokingly told my friend it was going to take the rest of the

day to recover.

NO JOKE, IT DID!

I could not function the remainder of the day.

I felt faintly dizzy and sick whenever I tried to

so anything, but sit.  It was awful!

Like I said.

Never Again!