Memories of mine
’remembering being a boy and my bike was everything to me. The world felt big, unexplored and ready. I loved the wind in my hair….I loved the smell of grass. I loved the creek and getting knee deep in water and moss to catch frogs.
Riding home as the sun was coming down and seeing my momma at the back door with her hands her hips as she watched me lay my bike down…
Riding home as the sun was coming down and seeing my momma at the back door with her hands her hips as she watched me lay my bike down…