Bicycle

I was talking with a friend the other day and we got onto the topic of bicycles. I told her how much I love to ride a bicycle. It has been a long time now since I have ridden a bicycle but I doubt that I will ever forget how it felt. There is something so wonderful about riding a bicycle. Freedom. The breeze through my hair. It is something I have loved even from the time I was young. My friend and I even got to talking about our first bike. Hers was purple and had a Banana Seat. Mine was Red and had a Basket and a Banana Seat. I loved that bike. I went many places on my bike... real places and imaginary places. I remember riding my bike to friends houses, to school, and to the Circle K. I also remember riding my bike in the concrete ditches by my house. That was a blast! I could ride up one side and down and then up the other side and down. Way FUN! I loved that. Above is a picture of me on my first day of first grade with my bike. I think I must have really liked the color red at that age.... my bike was red, my shoes were red, and my backpack was red. Interesting.