|Photo by Slice of Pink|
Recently, I came across the spot where I learned how to ride my bike.
The unexpected encountered happened as I was riding with a little three year old who,
crazily enough, already rides a two wheeler no problem.
As we pushed through the winding paths and felt the breeze off the thicket of trees,
a feeling of nostalgia whipped through my body and I slowed down a little.
The memories came flooding back..
...my dad running behind me
...realizing he had let go
...the fear setting in
...the fall into the ivy leaves
...streamers on my bike floating in the wind
...my chubby body lying in shock
Do you remember learning how to ride?
Who taught you?
Did you fall right away or were you a first-time pro?