“Mom! Are you OK?” I asked. I knelt down beside her.

“No.” Her face was hidden under her arm, so her voice was kind of muffled（听不清的）.

“What’s the matter? Is something broken?” I was so scared.

“No,” was her only reply.

“Get up and let me see,” I said.

“No.” Mom didn’t move.

By now there were lots of people standing around me, my mom, and the little broken bush.

A concerned-looking man in a jogging suit stepped forward. “Son, would you like me to call an ambulance?”

“I don’t know,” I answered, and looked at my mom.

“No,” my mom yelled. “I’m fine. Please go away!”

“She’s learning to ride,” I tried to explain to all those people. “She wasn’t going very fast.”

“Come on, lady! You gotta get back up on the horse that threw ya!” some man shouted.

“It was a bike!” I shouted back.

A small gray-haired lady standing close by said softly, “Remember The Little Engine That Could. ’I think I can, I think I can. . . .’”

“They’re not going to go away, are they?” my mom whispered.

“I think they want to see that you’re OK,” I whispered back.

“Oh, all right!” My mom sat up and brushed the grass and leaves and little berries（浆果类） off her sweater. Finally she stood up. Everyone began to clap, and my mom’s face turned bright pink.

“Thank you for your concern, but as you can see, I’m just fine.” Mom took a few steps around to show them that she wasn’t hiding a broken leg or a sprained ankle（拐脚）. Everyone clapped again and then went on their way.

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