Superman...or Supergirl, at Least

"I left my body laying somewhere in the sands of time"...aka: the sands surrounding the merry-go-round.
Emily played at a park tonight while her aunt Susan played volleyball with the YSAs (Young Single Adults = unmarried people ages 18-30). A couple YSA girls went over to the merry-go-round and started "drying off" by spinning it really fast. Emily ran over, shouting in joy, "KIDS! KIDS!" These two "kids" (really, they were something like 18-20 year olds) let her on and were going pretty fast, but one of them was hanging on to Emily. Soon, a huge group of real kids hopped on the merry-go-round and a few other YSAs were there to spin it. In mere seconds, I saw my happy-go-lucky child slipping and then get air born and performed a great re-enactment of Superman flying straight into the sand dune surrounding the toy. Face plant and belly buster combined. The poor thing couldn't breathe for a moment not just because the wind was knocked out of her, but because there was sand covering her entire face and up her nose.
Like a trooper, she never actually cried. She just wanted the sand off of her and was more than happy to consume the Popsicle they offered her. Aside from a bit of a bloody nose, sand in places it shouldn't be, and some minor bruises, she is just fine...and not afraid to get right back on that horse.