often when it rains, i think of the last time i was caught in a hailstorm. I cant remember how old i was.. maybe ten or twelve. i was being babysitted by a young dating couple whom i hadn't met before. it wasn't your everyday babysitting routine of staying in the house while the babysitter eats popcorn and watches tv... or whatever the normal routine is. they took me around the city, the girl's boyfriend showed me how to ride his scooter downtown... and we went to a waterpark.
i remember us getting out of the water when the weather began to change, thunder clouds darkening the sky... and then the lightning. we were all staring up at the sky in our swim suits when the hail came. memory fades and gets distorted when you're young, but i know it hurt when the ice hit our skin... it was like the unpleasant feeling of being poked with a needle. I remember running, and then being lifted up into the young man's arms, as he sheilded my body with his. it was frightening then, looking around me to watch people running in all different directions, trying to find some shelter from the storm, watching the wind knock the dip'n'dots ice cream stand over onto its side like it weighed nothing. and i think i started to cry, but i'm not sure. I do know i heard plenty of yells of pain, the loudest from behind me, from the young man who was holding me.
looking back, it still remains one of the most touching things anyone has ever done for me, and i still think of that man as one of my heroes, but i can't remember his name.