weather finally stretching into the 60's
an enjoyable auction and a fun flea market.
This weekend's auction triggered some childhood memories while I was loading an old bike that I had just purchased. My first attempt at riding a bike was an experience of passage. Going for independence...from that little kid to a big kid who could ride wherever and whenever.
My Aunt Nan taught me how to ride a bike. She was still in her teens when we took that two wheeler out onto the street in front of my Grandmother R's house. She said she would hold onto the bike. She said she would not let go. She said not to worry. She said she would not let me fall.
So we began...with me pedaling and her trotting behind holding onto the bike. To this day, I still remember that moment of exhilaration, nervousness, and awkwardness. Then it happened. I yelled 'this is fun'! No answer. Then I realized that Aunt Nan was no longer there. She had let go. She had abandoned me!
It is good to let children go on their own, out on adventures. But it is always a good idea to prepare them first. You see, Aunt Nan did not teach me how to stop. I did not know how to brake. No clue. And now I was nearing an intersection. I panicked as I envisioned being hit by a car. So I did what I thought best. I swerved and ran head on into a tree and fell. I'm sure I had to have been hurt, but I don't remember that part. All I remember is getting up off the ground and being spittin' mad. I marched toward her yelling and screaming at the top of my lungs. I'm sure I was a sight and made the neighbors curious as to what the ruckus was about.
So I learned more that day than how to ride a bike. I learned what trust meant. I learned how to stand up for myself. I learned that I always need to be prepared. I also learned there are no guarantees in life, but I sure know how to keep on getting up everytime I fall...