As I walked into the shed towards my trike yesterday and immediately noticed my bike windshield needed to be cleaned. All of a sudden I had a flash of a hidden memory I had not thought about in years.
When I was about 5, my mom and dad brought my cousin Rick's hand-me-down bike home to me.
After lunch my brother asks “Do you wanna learn how to ride the bike?” I was like... are you kidding??? Yes!
I had finally gotten the hang of it and I was riding around the circle showing off, and my brother said “say cheese” so I look over at him for a second and Wam!
I RAM INTO A CAR OUR FULL SPEED.
A parked car that I didn’t even see, at all, so I just rammed into this car and I fell off my bike and I was crying and all I could think about was “this must be how bugs feel” like they’re flying around living life and then SPLAT.
Looking back that was my first existential crisis. 😁
Hope everyone has good day... Without the SPLAT!
Nana
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