This is probably her first bike…. and her first taste of freedom….
As I was watching her whip it around the bike path in the park, I began to recall the euphoric bliss of being able to ride a two-wheeler, replete with the streamers on the end of the handlebars like hers.
I was transfixed, a little envious, and totally engrossed….
Can you remember what it was like to whizz along on your first bike, to ascend to new heights in freedom, to enjoy the wind on your face, the buzz in your ears, the sunlight in your eyes?
And when you went back to that memorable time, did you again hope that those feelings would never end?