Poor Little Bicycle

Blazin red was left behind on purpose. He was hanging on the wall in the garage with the training wheels still attached and he is still in the same position having not moved for well over two years. Perhaps, he will come off the wall this year because his family is coming home.

I had reached 10 years of age before I ever had a chance to learn to ride a bicycle.  We were too poor for me to ever have my own bicycle.   My brother, however, was the recipient of a used boy's bicycle and that was the bike I used to learn to ride.  Even though it was a boy's bike, I still rode it on a gravel road.  

I remember having dreams about riding that bicycle only they became nightmarish. There was a round hole in the road covered with a lid.  I started to ride by the hole when all of a sudden, the lid flipped off and a ghoulish witch popped out and grabbed at my foot. She kept trying to eat my foot and I kept pulling it away. Then I woke up!

I am linking up with My Town Shoot out.