Freedom
When I was 7 or 8 I learned to ride a bike. I learned to ride on a little red bike with a fan belt instead of a chain, but as soon as I knew how to ride i got my own bike.
My first bike was a girls bike that my grandpa welded a bar across the top of and turned it into a boys bike. We painted it up and tricked it out with stingray handle bars, a banana seat, and a sissy bar. I was stylin’ and I was free. I could go anywhere in town.
On weekends I would get on my bike and take off. In the small town where I grew up, and the time I grew up in, it was safe enough that I could take off in the morning and stay away from home all day, and sometimes I did. My mom’s rule was I had to be home before the street light on the corner came on.
It was great to have so much freedom.
Now comes the part where I sound like an old man…kids these days have no idea what freedom is like. We have to protect them from the world so much. I think it is sad.
7 months ago