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"My Bike". How many times did you say this while growing up? For me, this phrase was part of my daily language. I had only two bikes, growing up. My first was a used bike, nice soft tires and the perfect size.
My second was a new, beautiful blue, Sears and Roebuck Bike that appeared along with three identical blue bikes in our living room on a Christmas morning. My sister Kelly awoke early that morning, PEEKED out into the living room (more like put her entire body in the room!) and immediately came back into our bedroom and began to excitedly tell me what Santa had brought to us all! ooaaahahh I moaned and put my head under my pillow so as not to hear anymore details. Oh, I was thrilled, but would have been more thrilled to actually find out for my self when we could get up. Later, while riding those same bikes I found out just how much I loved that sister of mine. It was now summer, a new big home and we were to ride down to the shops ~ a 4minute trip easy. We had barely left our house when I suddenly saw my sister fall head first over her handle bars. It seemed like slow motion. She landed in a tangled heap, I do not remember what hit the ground first, maybe hands then head??? I was so very worried about her. I probably even threw my bike down to the street to get over to her. (we always put down our kick stands to support the bike upright. Amazingly and Thankfully Kelly suffered no wounds!
Sometimes we take someone for granted; they annoy us or are our opposite in some traits, they 99% of the time win at the game of Fish... I am so thankful for that early opportunity for me to fully realize just how much I loved Kelly and each and every sibling of mine ... even more today.
Today, I still have a blue bike, a gift from my K.C. our first year of marriage. It even has a nice wicker basket on it!
#25 "My Bike"
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