Learning on a sparkly green banana seat bike, coasting down a gravel hill, you learn to not fall really quickly. My cousin wasn’t happy that I had rode her bike and scratched it , but it imprinted the bike exploration habit. That gravel hill at my grandparents farm, had alot of conifer trees and old cow paths were I played in my imaginary world. I’ve gone past the conifer stand as an adult and it’s so small now!
How does this connect to my 40 year old self? I still play on my bike in the trees, it’s away from adulting with a glimpse to the past on a sparkly orange bike! My smiles and enthusiasm for riding never faded.
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