My favorite toy was my first and last childhood bike. It’s also one of the few pleasant memories I have of my Dad.
Of course the bike was blue — my favorite color as a child, and my Dad outfitted it with the banana seat and sissy handlebars popular at the time that I so wanted and loved.
I treasured bike riding because it meant I was independent and free. And even at those young ages — 8 – 9 – 10 – 11, I found solace in nature. Peddling faster and faster past Timmy’s and Skeeters, then Mr. & Mrs. Olsen’s and finally Jimmy and Joyce’s, I’d make the crest of the hill and openess where I would sing fanciful songs to the horizon without fear of being heard.
“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”