The Most Horrifying Moment of My Life
Uploaded by tori on Aug 12, 2005
After the Valley experienced a long drawn out period of devastating drought, the breeding of fowl decreased, but after a very wet and dreary winter, spring and the new birth was beautiful. It continued to get better as each afternoon I watched my sister walk home from school and day after day be swooped at by the dominant, polygamous male for the area (namely the magpie). When the school holidays came, my afternoon entertainment came to a pause. I knew the boredom would soon lift because a friend Lucy was coming to stay.
It was a perfect spring day when she came over. The sky was baby blue with the features of creamy white fluffy soft clouds. With the warm breeze blowing easily, the day was innocently inviting, so we went out to play.
First we played with my yo-yo, this lasted for half an hour, and soon we found ourselves out of ideas of things to do. Then I suggested we play on the scooters. The two scooters would not have been used for easily three years, so this left them coated in silver threads. The threads made them appear to shine and shimmer in the golden light that had made its way through the many metres of foliage above them. I pulled them down from their hooks and cautiously brush of the webs.
My driveway is fairly flat but some parts have been pushed up from the extension of plant roots, so to scoot on that would definitely be out of the question. This resulted in Lucy and I taking the scooters out on the road. We were not in danger of the local traffic on the road because it is a no through road and I live about half way down.
I had forgotten how much fun it was to be on my scooter; the steering continuously going off centre, the vibration as the solid wheels spin on the bumpy surface of the road and the noisy clacking as the wheels went on each new uneven surface. Behaving in a child like manner had its positives but also the negatives. Laughing as we tried to beat each other in a race did not cancel out the fact we were 100 metres within the nest of an extremely aggressive magpie, whose 3 eggs were still being incubated, by one of his female partners. Lucy and I went on our way not considering...