It’s 1999, I’m ten years old,
Emily is almost eight.
A family trip to somewhere fun,
Neither one of us could wait.
The tv wedged between the seats
And games of “Not-touching-you!”
Eye spy, slug bug, VHS tapes
And so the hours flew.
A passing truck, we pumped our fists,
And heard the engine revvin’.
It sped ahead and the license read,
“9-2-6-1-7.”
A memory challenge, “Bet you can’t-” “Bet I can-”
“Remember those 5 numbers.”
She was bound and determined,
To prove she could do it after one long car ride slumber.
It’s 2015, I’m twenty-five,
Sixteen years post-bet.
Emily now is twenty-three
And still she won’t forget:
“Nine-two-six, one and seven.”
She smiles every time.
And so do I for now I know to
Bet against her is a crime.
Creative, driven, Miss Independent
