Will just have to wear off

Four years old,Standing Rock,Alabama.

Someone decided the road in front of the house needed a coat of tar on it.So my curious four year old mind was intrigued watching the paving of the road on that hot summers day.

What else was there to do but play in a ditch with my faithful loyal loving dog Lassie or swing on the swing set.

In my mind I remember thinking when those folks leave I'm going to try out that road on my training wheel equipped bicycle.I being a country child knew only of dusty red clay roads.This was a real paved road.

They left.

I did.

The road was still bubbly hot and sticky and thinking to myself dirt roads rode better.

I seen a car on the fresh tarred road headed for me.

I might add at four years old I wasn't the brightest star in the sky and why I did this next I have no excuse.

The car scared me.

Jumping off the bike into the hot bubbly tar seemed like the thing to do at the time.

It wasn't.

My little ole self was covered head to toe with that sticky tar.

Poor Momma.

Off to the tub or big galvanized tub I'm not sure she rushed me.

Tar is like bubble gum when it gets into your hair and when it hardens on your body lets just say it ain't easy to remove.

My tow head was full of harden tar along with my body parts not covered by clothes.

Momma scrubbed and scrubbed and soap wasn't working so she use Tide washing powders.

I can still hear her say some of this will just have to wear off.

I learn a lesson that day,don't ride your bike on a freshly tared road and by all means stay on the bike don't jump off it.