Saved By a Cowboy

"I remember being six or seven years old. My family was a lot different back then. My parents were still together--that was a nightmare. But anyway, they were friends with this couple that lived out in the rural part of the state. We visited them a few times while I was younger. They had a huge backyard with some dirt hills. They were all about four-wheelers and motorcross and stuff. I loved riding with my dad on the four-wheeler! And so,I hopped on with my dad. Mitch, part of the couple my parents were friends with, was riding a motorbike. Cowboy, yes his name was Cowboy, was also riding the track on a motorbike. Some how Mitch was headed toward us at the T. The rest happened in slow motion, it seemed. Cowboy sped up--he was behind us. And his bike was mid air and Mitch collided with him. If Mitch would've hit us, I might have died or been seriously injured. Cowboy walked away with a broken arm and some cuts and bruises.Who knows where Cowboy is? Mom told me that he and his wife had a baby not too long ago."