biking frustration

biking frustration

One of my few childhood frustrations, riding a bike.

I remember an entire summer of trying then falling off until I finally fell in a sewer. OUCH! I could have lived with the bruises but the stink took some time to wear off. My grandparents couldn’t stop laughing.

That was the end of my trying to ride a bike narrative. I was never allowed anywhere near that bike for the rest of the summer break.


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