I was worried about my mother who started taking naps and stopped eating and threw up in the kitchen sink and in the bathroom and in the car and I was pretty sure she had a deadly disease and she would shrivel into nothing and she would die and I would be alone with my father who would cry and I would run run run but I would have to come back thump-thump thump-thump sooner or later. I tell her not to worry that I will always come home because that is where I get my start. Running ever since-or nearly ever since- I ran before I crawled I ran from dawn to dusk And sometimes at night she would see my legs still restless as if I were running in my sleep through my dreams. She says it made her laugh and it scared her, too, because she’d only just met me and didn’t want me to race away quite so soon. She could feel my legs whirling thump-thump, thump-thump and she says that when I was born I came out with my legs racing as if I would take off right then, right there and dash straight out of her life.
My mother says I was running running running inside her before I was even born.
He’s in training he says in training to escape. Max is a strange boy thirteen a year older than I am deeply serious determined. Hey, Annie, he says and I say, Hey, Max and we run fast and smooth and easy and we do not talk until we reach the park and the red bench where we rest. Sometimes when I am running a boy appears like my sideways shadow from the trees he emerges running falling into thump-thump steps beside me. Thump-thump, thump-thump bare feet hitting the grass as I run run run in the air and like the air weaving through the trees skimming over the ground touching down thump-thump, thump-thump here and there there and here in the soft damp grass thump-thump, thump-thump knowing I could fly fly fly but letting my feet thump-thump, thump-thump touch the earth at least for now. MorrisĪbout the Author Other Books by Sharon Creech Credits Cover Copyright About the Publisher For my bella granddaughter Pearl Bella Benjamin and for my bello friend William C.
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