Three days ago you fell off your bike and into the Murray ravine. Scared the day lights out of me! But you're nine now. Still my rough and tumble tom-boy even when I get a glimpse of the young lady you will become. Your knee is bloody and bruised, and your wrist needs a brace. Doc Ryder put eight stitches in your head then gave you a coupon for the Brown Cow. May gave you a chocolate ice cream cone with sprinkles.
I don't imagine it's something you'll forget, but I find myself writing it down for you anyway like I've done on other important events since the day you were born.
You'll always be the exciting thunder in my day,