I was about 6 or 7. Training wheels at first, then they just had to come off!!!! I remember the utter freedom and fear as I was pushed out of my father's hands and let go on my own. I've just realized that it was my dad who took the training wheels off and was the one who helped stabilize me as I started down the driveway. Wow, how long that driveway seemed then.
I didn't do it without the typical bumps, bruises and even blood shed in the yearning to have the run of the neighborhood that the other kids had. And in the society that was the cul-de-sac, a bike was status. It was what separated you from the young kids and put you in the midst of the elite.
Ah, the memories!
So yesterday I went riding with a friend. The first time in years that I've been on a bike. And you know what, it is "just like riding a bike"! I didn't flinch. I didn't worry about falling. I was immediately back to being a kid in the neighborhood. Sometimes the things you learn as a kid are just locked away until you get the opportunity to get back on the bike.
It took some work. When the hills came, man did it take some work. But when I crested the hill...
...wow!
Enjoy the Ride!
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