17 Dec 2014
Memories of my father
One of my first memorable moments from when I young was being able to ride my bike. It was a big, red bike with a basket on the front and after a bit of practice, I managed to get it going without falling down. My Dad was amazed that I figured it out so quickly and only fell once. It wasn’t long until I had the freedom to ride all around the neighborhood and eventually all the way to school.