(Original photo stolen from this guy)
BOSSY posted a picture of steep hills on her site today, and it reminded me of something.
You know that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you crest a hill in a car, a little too fast, and you catch just a little air? For a fraction of a second you are airborne, weightless, even if the tires haven't completely left the road's surface. I think all kids know this feeling, whether or not they have the words to describe the event.
My brothers and I called it "feeling our guts." We tried to egg my implacable father into speeding up for hills. On the rare occasion that we did catch air, we would yell, "Feel your GUTS!"
I explained this to my own daughters a few years ago. Smedley was old enough to understand, and she yells "FEEL YOUR GUTS!" from time to time when we're driving. Sparky was, at the time of the explanation, old enough to grasp only the thrill of yelling in the car. She didn't understand what she was yelling but it didn't matter.
Months went by and Smedley saw hills approaching as our car speeded along a country road. "FEEL YOUR GUTS!" she yelled. And Sparky chimed in joyously after her, "FEEL YOUR NUTS!"
We probably shouldn't volunteer for any car pools.