One second she was flying down the road--so fast that even running I was behind her--the next second the bike was on top of her.
She has been getting so good at riding her bike lately that I just let her take off. It is fun, after all, to make yourself go so fast on a bike. Then we approached a corner with a drain by the sidewalk. She turned too abruptly and flipped.
The side of her head hit first, then her out-stretched hands and knees absorbed a lot of impact. Then her momentum threw her face into the street as her bike pinned her down. Yikes.
I picked the bike up off of her and asked her if she could get up. She did, and we inspected her injuries:
** Head? Fine.
** Elbows? Fine.
** Knees? Fine. Her knee pads (which I had strapped on tightly!) were shoved down about four inches.
** Hands? Scratched.
** Face? Scratched.
I am so very glad she had all her little protective gear on.
She rode her bike back home so we could doctor her up. She didn't like seeing the scratch on her hand. I thought it was all very impressive...I was so proud of her!