"A grownup in a child with layers on." - Woody Harrelson
Peeling back the layers.
I believe Daddy always bought my bikes and things from Western Auto. My first mode of transportation was this three wheeled beauty:
I had wonderful, exciting adventures on this baby! It was at one time , or another, every animal that could be ridden. It had even been every mode of transportation ever invented. I could tie something to the back pole and tow it anywhere. I could pump friends and my niece if they stood on the flat back plate and held on to my shoulders. Probably on of the single best investments Daddy ever made for me. I rode her until I was 7 or 8 and my knees were almost hitting the handle bars!
That's when Daddy decided I needed a beautiful new ride for my birthday. Another trip to Western Auto and I was the proud owner of beautiful girl!
|That's me in the yellow gingham shorts set Mama had made, Daddy holding a baby Paige Anne,|
and Kelly standing nearest the steps.
Daddy taught me to ride on two wheels in a couple of sessions out on our relatively quiet paved road in front of our house. Cooks Road. We were renting the old McWilliams place. I loved the new bike and was proud of her. But I had so many fond memories tied up in my old tricycle and there were things I just couldn't do so well with a bike.
Time went on. A month? Another year? I don't know. One day, the girls were over at the house. I was riding my bike and Kelly was riding my tricycle. All of a sudden the handle bars come off in her hands! Kelly starts in to crying. Mama and Edna rush out to see what's the matter. Everyone is making a big fuss over Kelly, making sure it didn't hurt her in any way. Reassuring her that it wasn't her fault, the thing was getting old and rusty. No one noticed that my heart was broken, just like those handle bars.
Did you use your imagination to make a trike or bike into a horse, a train, a car or a rocket? Ever get so attached to a toy that if broke your heart when it "died"?
Thanks for sharing!