One of the few reasons we drove across the big bridge to Louisville when I was growing up was to go to the huge farmers market down on Market Street. Mom loved to go to the giant open air market where she could buy everything from flowers to fresh vegetables. Daddy would drive and we would all pile into the car for the trip.
When we got to New Albany we drove through town to the old railroad bridge. My sister and I called it the singing bridge because the tires on the metal surface made a loud humming noise. We loved that part of the trip! Once we reached the market we couldn't wait for daddy to find a parking place so we could shop.
Daddy opened the trunk lid and dropped his keys in his pocket, freeing up his hands to place the purchases in the trunk. When every last package had been put in the car he reached up and slammed the trunk lid shut. At that instant a blood curdling scream pierced the air.
Six year old mini me who was always bouncing around with my nose into everything had been watching daddy put the items in the trunk from just a little too close. When he slammed the lid he caught my thumb inside. Of course the trunk lid locked. With me screaming and mom yelling, daddy frantically fumbled around in his pocket trying to get his keys out. The few seconds it took him seemed like an hour in slow motion.
Finally getting the trunk open, they put me in the car and rushed me to Jewish Hospital emergency room where we spent the rest of the afternoon. Nothing was broken, only bruised badly and very sore.
I'm sure we made more trips to market after that but I don't really remember them. This particular trip, though, is one I'll never forget!
Until next time...that's my view.
Kat
After what seemed like hours, mom would make her final purchases and daddy would carry them to the car. All was going as planned until...
Six year old mini me who was always bouncing around with my nose into everything had been watching daddy put the items in the trunk from just a little too close. When he slammed the lid he caught my thumb inside. Of course the trunk lid locked. With me screaming and mom yelling, daddy frantically fumbled around in his pocket trying to get his keys out. The few seconds it took him seemed like an hour in slow motion.
Finally getting the trunk open, they put me in the car and rushed me to Jewish Hospital emergency room where we spent the rest of the afternoon. Nothing was broken, only bruised badly and very sore.
I'm sure we made more trips to market after that but I don't really remember them. This particular trip, though, is one I'll never forget!
Until next time...that's my view.
Kat
