Erase the memory, please!

Okay. So there haven't been too many posts lately from this household. I hope to do better in 2009. For now, I leave you with this:
Christmas and all the fun chaos that comes with the holiday....isn't it inevitable that something disastrous happen? All was well until BusyBoy decided yesterday to take a test run on his cousin's new motorcycle. It is the cutest thing you have ever seen, complete with training wheels. I had just mentioned to my dad that the rider was so low to the ground and it went so slowly that even if it crashed, injuries were unlikely. Wouldn't it be fun if BusyBoy had one and they could ride together? NO!!!!
BusyBoy had the dirt bike at top speed (faster than what I thought it would go) when he jumped or maybe tried to go around a bush. Down he went. Bike to the left, boy to the right.
I have never been more scared in my life!! My nephew was in my lap in the Rhino as Busy Daddy raced to the scene. There he lay spread eagle, face down and not moving at all. After calling my baby boy's name several times and without a response, I screamed to the top of my lungs. I just knew that he was dead, paralyzed or at the least unconscious. My screams rang through the fields. My brother ran as fast as any white boy has ever ran, jumping the terraces through the field. My daddy drove his truck so fast that Mom swears he'll need a new one soon. It's built Ford tough but that's not what Ford had in mind, I'm sure!
BusyBoy got up without a scratch. His cousin was crying because I screamed so loudly. And I was in hysterics at just the thought that my baby was dead or paralyzed.
Immediately, I took back at all I had said to my dad about the Santa gift being safe for a three year old. I held my baby in my arms for the ride back to the house. The dirt bike was thrown into the back and returned to the shed.
Christmastime is sure to hold memories. I wish this one could be erased. I just knew that I was about to hold my sweet boy for the last time and it was the MOST terrifying thing that has ever happened to me before.
I'll be back to you in 2009, after I recover from my scare :)