"Today is the day I wanted to tell you about," he gasped a little as he sat his coffee down and dumped into a chair that's a little too low for such a tall guy. "It was about 60 years ago..." he started and began reliving the whole scene.
When I was just a little boy, maybe seven or eight. It's not one of those milestone years where you switch schools but one where teeth are falling out regularly but it's already a familiar experience so you may or may not still believe in the tooth fairy. I had an older sister and she liked to dispel the myths, so I didn't believe, too much, but would still sometimes put the tooth under my pillow and get a dollar. Somewhere around that age. I'd wake up on a Saturday morning to hear loud motor noises coming from the field near the house. It wasn't right in our backyard, but the noise had no problem getting over the fence. It filled the neighborhood and was louder and more fitful than the drone of the mowers and edgers that were heard for hours every weekend where we lived in central, California. Anyway, that first Saturday I heard that specific noise, I got up and dressed and went to the field to see what it was. It was my neighborhood and we spent the days riding around on our bikes and in the several years we'd been there, there was nothing to be afraid of. We did get burglarized one evening on Valentine's day - and that was very scary, but other than that, no real criminal elements to be concerned with.
When I got to the field, I wasn't sure what I was seeing. I mean, I knew I was seeing a couple of people on motorcycles jumping the big jumps we couldn't quite get enough speed to launch our bikes from, but they were dressed head to toe in colorful gear. It looked purposeful. I remember not having seen it at the time, but learned later it was leather and plastic protective gear. It was amazing. Well, the colors were cool and bright, but what was amazing was how high they were flying -- it had to be twenty feet in the air. Of course, I thought that then, I know now it was probably only ten feet.
My phone was making some repetitive, melodic noise. I opened my eyes and the sound got louder. I looked around, I was alone. I didn't see my grandpa and I felt something vibrating in my back. I must have dozed off.