"Look at me go
I'm riding a bicycle
It's so much more fun
Than that small little tricycle"
I got a bike for Mother's day. Keith believed I might fall off on my first ride. I don't remember the last time I was on a bike. But, after adjusting the seat and the gears, I was off. Ten years old, flying away before my mother's voice could call me back to chores. No worries. Just the wind.
I'm excited because there are a lot of great places for riding around here. We had our first family bike ride, minus Ethan at school, a couple mornings ago. Buckled the little ones into the bike trailer and explored the winding subdivision roads. I have to work on my endurance for the distant, more exotic spots.