Last Friday, my scooter kid, Paxton, and I went up to Sammamish, WA for the Lucky Summer Blow Out tour. He had never ridden Sammamish before and he was having a great day until horror struck. Paxton was trying to clear a quarter pipe to ledge gap when he came up short and clipped his rear wheel. The impact stopped his forward momentum but his head kept moving and he smacked his mouth right on his handlebars.
From across the park, I heard a blood-chilling scream as the park went completely silent. I snapped my head toward the sound and realized it was Paxton screaming, "KENNY! KENNY! KENNY!". I leapt out of my seat and sprinted across the skate park as all the riders stopped and cleared the way for a terrified dad running to his kid. As I got closer, I could see that Paxton was holding his hands over his mouth. He was covered in blood from his mouth to his elbows and he was repeatedly yelling, "Kenny! I chipped my tooth!".