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Fears of childhood
My little knuckles turned white. My nails dug into the soft plush of my bear. My breathing was uneven as my father swung his leg over his motorcycle. I always struggled with my fears when it came to my dad racing. I never knew what was gonna happen. You could be going as fast as he was and lose control. We would lose him. Sure, I was only 6, but I knew how it felt to lose someone important to you. I never got to spend time with my dad because he was always traveling for business. The only time he was home was when he was racing. I tried to spend time with him but I was too young to actually help. The only thing a little girl can do is worry she is going to lose her father. So I clutched on to that little bear he gave me as a baby and prayed. I prayed for the Lord to protect my father. I prayed “please don’t let him die.”
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I grew up racing on a dragstrip and motorcycles are the most unstable. Being a little girl seeing all of these crashes was terrifying. Knowing I could lose my father in a matter of balance was... something no one should experience.