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These last few months while traveling the Southern USA and experincing swarms of bugs on our motorcycIes & truck windshield, I was reminded of a memory when I was 7 years old.
That particular Christmas Mom & Dad bought me a brand new shiney bicycle with chrone fenders & bookrack. After Christmas dinner Mom & Dad asked me if I wanted to ride my bike. I shouted an enthiastic "Yes!"
I clinbed upon my bike and familuiarlized myself with the 20 inch bike. I was used to the tiny 16inch bike of the toddlers veriety. Within minutes I was showing off riding around in circles as my Mom said "Cheese!" I turned my head just in time for the collision into the concrete Street Post. Of course I cried as I stood up with skinned knees, elbows and arms. My very thought was I think I know how bugs feel, flying around enjoying life when "BAM" THERE IS A WINDSHIELD! That was my first existential experience.
If you are out somewhere and want to give something contagous... Give A Smile!
Hang In There!
Nana
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