- @Peachy
Such wonderful memories of bicycles. Enjoyed them all. When I was growing up, my Dad bought a bicycle built for two. What a novelty! We had kids from all over the neighborhood knocking on our door to borrow it for a jaunt around the block. My Dad never refused. One summer afternoon, my good pal, Janny, and I took a ride to the local “Posty” to buy some penny candy. I was the driver. Half way to the store, I spotted a dollar on the pavement. Not one to pass that kind of money up in 1968–I hopped off to secure the cash. When I looked up, my pal was screaming in terror on the back of the bike as it careened down the road. I wanted to feel terrible, but I knew that money would fill our pockets with bbats, fireballs and spree! I miss that wonderful tandem.
There is so much in this article/entry that I have not considered fully. So much more for me to learn at 63 years-old due to honest and sometimes heartbreaking words.
Your comments remind men’s f The Social Dilemma aa shown on Netflix.
I can’t help but think of students in my classroom over the years who hid their “poverty” in various ways. I would know there was not much truth in what they said, but it felt awkward to out and out say—you made that up. It seemed like a protection for them. Thank you for sharing.