Friday, February 22, 2013

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!

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11 comments:

Doreen said...

wow! that is quite the dream. hope blazin red gets some use soon. thanks for visiting my blog!

Leovi said...

Yes, this little bike is in full use.

Barb said...

Even your dreams are conspiring against you ever riding a bike, lol. Great story.

Peggy Jones said...

Bad dream for sure. I learned to ride on a boy's bike also. I can remember so very uncomfortable situations.LOL This photo tells a story. Glad someone will recover it.
QMM

Rebecca said...

I might never ride a bike again after that dream! :)
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My Little Home and Garden said...

I remember learning to ride on the bike of my friend's sister. What a sense of accomplishment and freedom!

NanaDiana said...

What a scary dream. I learned to ride a boy's bike, too, when I was 7 or 8. xo Diana

Anne said...

I was never very good at riding a bike and I probably wouldnt be able to now if I tried.Its probably a confidence thing too now.

Pauline said...

Something in your story reminded me of the first time I rode a bike "no hands", flying down the street, so pleased with myself, looking over my shoulder shouting to my brothers - and smacking into a tree! I've had such a laugh at that memory. Hope your little red bike has many happy days ahead.

Jama said...

I remembered learning to ride using my brother's bike, but I had too many fall and gave up!

Sweet Auburn Life said...

Hi Ruth,

What a funny story. Children's minds are so imaginative.

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