The High Speed Wobble

I haven't been on here in so long that it took me a while to figure out how to even post.  I have had  story on my mind for a few weeks that I really wanted to write about, so this morning I decided to take the time to do it.
I know this seems weird, but now that school has started back I have more time to write or sew or craft :)  In the Summer I try to focus on spending the majority of my time with my family.  We did things like walking/bike riding, berry picking, flying kites, going on picnics, going for quad rides, fishing, going out for ice cream, roasting hot dogs/ smores in our backyard.  Summers are great.  Now that we are back in school the girls are busy, busy doing their studies and I am here just to direct.  So during certain classes I have a little "me time", sewing clothes for the girls and such.
Well, anyway back to the story.  I tend to be a little suspicious and can let things run wild in my brain sometimes.
 I have been warned to watch out for bears when we are walking the trails around here and especially when we are out picking berries.  I also try to have my eyes on my children at all times because you never know what kinds of creeps are out on the trails too.
Well, the girls and I went out on the trail a few weeks ago.  All 3 girls on their bikes and I was walking.  We got to the end of the trail and turned around to come back.  Sammy and Rachel said "Mom we are riding down the hill and will meet you at the bench".  (It is in the woods, down a hill and around a corner.  So out of my view, but still within ear shot).  So, I agreed.  Off they went as I was still helping Margaret up the hill with her bike.  I could hear a little something over the sound of the training wills from Margaret's bike on the rocks, so I stopped.  I could hear screaming.  It took me a few seconds to discern whether it was happy screams or hurt screams.  It was very clear that it was hurt/scared screams.  So, I took off running and yelled over my shoulder to Margaret to catch up.  I was running as fast as I could and all I could hear was very frantic screams from both girls... "MOM, MOM, MOM".  I cannot begin to explain to you the fear and feeling I had in me.  My first thought was a bear, but as I continued running I thought maybe someone was trying to kidnap them.  I was ready to FIGHT whether it was a bear or a person.  I think whichever it was better be glad that it wasn't them because I was ready to rip animal or person to bits and pieces.  I also cannot explain the relief I had when I came around the corner and realized that it was "just a bike wreck".  There was blood coming out Sammy's nose, her nose and eye were already quite swollen, she had major road rash on her hand and she was holding her belly saying that she hit it too.  I wish I could say that I picked her up and consoled her and said that everything was going to be ok, and that I quietly carried her home and washed her up and all was well. NO, first thing I said was "quit screaming"... then I sat on the ground beside her and tried to calm myself.  I had the major shakes and tears were coming very quickly.  As I sat there trying to calm my nerves I did say "you will be ok, it doesn't look very bad, nothing is broke".  As I came to my senses I saw a lady walking up the trail from a nearby house. She said she thinks she had felt the crash and had to come see if everything was ok.  Our house is quite a little walk away from the trail, so she offered for us to come in her house and get Sammy washed up.  She then only spoke to Sammy and kind of ignored my existence.  We did take her up on the offer to go inside her house and get Sammy washed up. Rachel and Margaret sat on the front steps outside and waited on us.
The lady got a bowl of water for Sammy to dip her hand in and she was speaking very quietly and consoling to Sammy.  I started to get a weird feeling about being in there, but continued to let her doctor on Sammy.  Then she said to Sammy "I am a psychologist and I am going to do a treatment with you that will enhance the healing process".  When she turned her back I whispered to Sammy "We need to get out of here".  Sammy said "why?".  I said "because this lady is crazy".  I had been texting my neighbor and about that time my cell phone rang and it was the neighbor.  I asked her if she would drive up the road and pick Sammy and her bike up because she was hurt.  She said that she would be right there.  That was a great excuse to leave that house.  I kindly told the lady thank you but that we have a friend coming to pick us up so we needed to get outside to meet her.
How do I always seem to get myself in those kinds of predicaments?  Oh well, we made it out with no treatments, and Sammy is all healed now!
When I got home I texted Dave at work and told him what had happened.  He said "kids have been bailing off bikes for years and never needed treatment for it." He also said Sammy had been introduced to "the HIGH SPEED WOBBLE" (that is what happens when you are going down a hill at a high speed and you feel your front wheel starting to wobble and then you lose complete control of it and head-over-teakettle you go).

OK so a couple more things.  The neighbor did come but only had room in her car for Sammy and her bike so she took Sammy.  Rachel, Margaret, and I walked home.  I also had our dog (a Boston Terrier). When the dog gets excited she starts choking and you have to hold her nose so she will breath out her mouth.  I am NOT a dog person and never EVER expected to be caught dead holding a dog's nose.  BUT as Rachel, Margaret and I made our way home at a brisk pace I had to keep stopping and holding the dog's nose.  That just topped off the experience!
I think I have a few more grey hairs on my head from the excitement!~  We did have a talk about screaming.  Dave told the girls it was ok to scream but maybe next time scream what the problem is instead of just "MOM, MOM, MOM"!!!