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.


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