“B and me were riding around his house and we found a BMX track last Saturday,” G whispered while watching his brother’s basketball game.
“Did you?” I asked.
“Yeah, can we go next weekend?” Hope filled his little ten-year-old eyes.
“Sure,” I answered. I have to admit, it was a non-committal, “Sure.” I wasn’t even positive he would remember. But, I knew we had nothing planned the next weekend.
The first question he asked when I picked him up from school on Friday was about the BMX track and if I remembered saying we could go. I should’ve known he would remember. We drove by the track on the way home from school and discovered an 8 foot tall chain link fence surrounding the track. It was run by a church, and apparently closed. Huge bummer. We came home and told B about it, and he insisted that maybe there was another way to get into the track and that we would look the next day. Saturday came, the boys were psyched, we went to the track and the gate was… still locked. Bummer times two.
I told G that maybe we could find another one. We could type a search into Google and see what pops up. The kid was amazed. Digital generation? Not this kid. We went home, he typed some junk into Google, and alas- a map popped up. A very tiny, non-descript map of trees. Yet the more we zoomed out, the more identifying landmarks I found. And the more I realized that this supposed track was right down the street from our house. G and I scouted the area, found the non-descript trail, with the non-descript trees, and at the end of the super-steep trail angels sang, and trumpets played: a middle of nowhere BMX track. So we went home, alerted the neighborhood, and the BMX gang rode to the new found track.
(image found here)
Just kidding, but how rad are those bikes/kids?! We went home, picked up his brother and bikes and they rode that track for hours. On our way home G said that he was so happy Google was invented. I’m just happy he now knows more about Google than 68% of the college students I speak to daily.
A related, but un-related story: While watching the Super Bowl last night, an image of George W. and Laura Bush flashed on the screen. Because I like to make sure my kids are on top of their game, I asked them who that was. At that time one of the kids from Glee was singing “America, the Beautiful.” G answered, “I don’t know. Her parents?” I horrifically asked H if he knew who that was. He responded correctly, and G promised he knew that was him, he was just playing around. Oh, God- I so, so hope so. He’s a pretty, pretty kid, but he can’t just get by on his looks.
At least he now knows how to Google things. He may or may not really need it.