But what if I break my arm again? my five year-old daughter asked, her lower lip trembling. I knelt holding onto her bike and looked her right in the eyes. I knew how much she wanted to learn to ride. How often she felt left out when her friends pedaled by our house. Yet ever since she’d fallen off her bike and broken her arm, she’d been afraid.
Oh honey, I said. I don’t think you’ll break another arm.
But I could, couldn’t I?
Yes, I admitted, and found myself struggling for the right thing to say. At times like this, I wished I had a partner to turn to. Someone who might help find the right words to make my little girl’s problems disappear. But after a disastrous marriage and a painful divorce, I’d welcomed the hardships of being a single parent and had been adamant in telling anyone who tried to fix me up that I was terminally single.
I don’t think I want to ride, she said and got off her bike.
We walked away and sat down beside a tree.
Don’t you want to ride with your friends? I asked.
And I thought you were hoping to start riding your bike to school next year, I added.
I was, she said, her voice almost a quiver.
You know, hon, I said. Most everything you do comes with risks. You could get a broken arm in a car wreck and then be afraid to ever ride in a car again. You could break your arm jumping rope. You could break your arm at gymnastics. Do you want to stop going to gymnastics?
英语阅读能力需要训练，也需要学会上下连贯理解句子，洛基英语老师推荐这篇美文给大家： ButwhatifIbreakmyarmagain? m