Saturday, October 11, 2014
Hidemi’s Rambling No.527
The high school I attended held a mandatory summer camp when I was a
freshman. The students chose activities such as swimming, hiking,
cycling and so on beforehand. To spend the time in the camp together, my
group of close friends at school decided to choose the same activities.
We considered carefully which ones were the easiest and mildest, and
chose archery and cycling. A couple of months later the cycling day in
the camp arrived. We set off on each rental bicycle. Right after that,
one of my friends, called Yone, fell. She quickly got back on her bike
and we started again. Immediately, she fell again. We stopped to wait
for her. She caught up with us by pushing her bike and said, ‘Sorry. Now
let’s go!” But the same thing was repeated for the third time, her
falling down, us waiting. We finally asked her what was going on and
heard her astonishing confession. She said, “I can’t ride a bike.” We
gaped. Being unable to ride a bike was nothing, but why did she choose
cycling among all activities then? And telling us now? We pressed her
for an explanation why she didn’t just say so when we decided on
cycling. She told us that she couldn’t because we were joyfully talking
about how easy cycling would be. In our group, she was the tenderest
one, but also a pushover. She always had no opinion of her own and
conformed to others. That was a given, but I never thought this much. We
were talking about pushing our bikes and going all the way on foot with
her when she said, “I’m ruining your plan for an easy activity. I can’t
make you walk all the way because of me. Please ride on. I think I can
manage along the way. I’m sorry. Sorry.” We mounted on the bike, not
pedaling but walking while Yone kept falling and saying sorry for a
million times. Her indecisive, weak-minded attitude has gradually gotten
on my nerves. A girl of other group whom I had barely talked before
pedaled back toward us. She had something to ask me. I answered and
chatted, and we hit it off instantly. When I realized, I pedaled with
her separating from my group. I stopped to wait at the foot of the
downward slope and heard a scream. It was Yone flying down the slope on
her bike and tumbling into a rice paddy. Other friends were chasing her
and pulled her and her bike out of the rice paddy. Covered with mud, she
was saying “Sorry” again and again. As a thoughtless teenager, I
pedaled away with my new friend. When I thought about Yone again some
miles away, the chain on my new friend’s bike suddenly snapped. While we
were struggling to fix it covered with grease, Yone and other friends
of my group caught up with us. By then, Yone was all over scrapes and
mud like a cartoon. We ended up pushing a bike and walking together. A
teacher came to us from the goal and reprimanded us, as we were
incredibly late. On the bus heading home, my friends blamed me for being
so cold-hearted that I had deserted Yone. But mud-caked Yone herself
didn’t blame me but kept apologizing to me instead…