Rocket Grandma

A couple of weeks ago I got to go to Virginia to visit Karen and Randy and their families. I had a wonderful time visiting. I had some good Virginia BBQ and got to watch a mini triathlon. The best part was all the visiting, of course.
I left from the Charlottesville airport, and on the way Karen stopped at the brand new Kohl's. Four year old Jake and two year old Tyler were with us.
Some background information. I have a stroller. It is the very bottom of the line stroller (when we were at Disneyland with hordes of strollers there wasn't a single one that approached this stroller). It is also old. I think Marie bought it when James was born and he is 12 now. The shade part is smushed and pathetically hangs there. It also has odd stains. It is a much loved stroller though, especially with Grandma at the wheel. It goes to fun places. And even when it goes to non-fun places (think Baby Gap) it is fun. I run into mirrors and we make faces. If the occupant is "tired" I lean it back and set the handles on the floor. I find interesting things to look at. The things the kids love the best is when I do rocket stroller. I yell,"Rocket Stroller!" and start running, sometimes with only two wheels on the ground. Of course my stamina is only good for a few steps, but it is an exciting ride!
Back to Kohl's. Karen was a Mother on a mission. Jake, Tyler, and I were holding hands and pretty much lollygagging. Every once in awhile I would say "Rocket Feet" and we would kind of, sort of run to catch up with Karen. I was very careful to look ahead and make sure we had a clear path to run. It was great fun! Well, it was great fun until we got our feet tangled up and all three of us went flying. I fell hard on my hands and knees. Jake got up rubbing his elbow giving me the stink eye. Tyler sort of started crying, but I think even he knew my falling trumped his falling. I popped right up--I was so embarrassed! What was I thinking doing rocket feet in a store. Karen said it looked like I was on a slip and slide. My whole body felt jarred and it felt like it would be sore for a few days. I felt the fall the whole way home. There were no broken bones thankfully. The only injuries were very colorful knees and hands. Something I like to call Rocket Knees. Time to act my age.