It was 1990 something and you and I were running on a path near our home. Well I was running and you were in a carriage running stroller with a mesh top.
The wind was a little stronger than normal, and I zipped the cover and gave you a blanket.
We started to run, and then we came up on a herd of mule deer. You had me stop to see the herd. They would not move off the path.
We had a staring contest that they won. You talked more than ever about the deer and our interaction.
Then the wind started and we pushed our way down the path. As usual I would talk and you would listen. I watched you bundle up in the stroller.
You started screaming windy, windy, windy. Your head was covered up as the wind bit into the carriage. You pulled yourself loose from the restraints and jumped backwards pushing your face into the netting.
You yelled " I want to go home now! "
From that point forward, you would never get in stroller.
It was the way you operated. Once something happened, you assumed it would occur again. Trying to get you to try new things was hard enough; however, getting you to get back on the horse was a matter of your level of interest. Bikes and skateboards yes, running no.
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