As a kid summer wouldn't have been the same without a bicycle. Summer meant freedom from school. Each morning meant freedom to have an adventure.
A ride up the road to the pear orchards to where the new houses were being built, pilfering wayward nails from the building site, back home to work on the tree house.
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Or maybe it was a ride into town to check out what was new at the toy store and a stop at the deli for a sandwich.
Maybe just a ride up to the school grounds to see if anyone was hanging around the basketball courts.
Riding with friends. No helmets. No handbrakes. Just bandaids on our knees covering up the scratches that had just been sprayed with Bactine. Apparently Bactine is still made, but I haven't seen any in decades. I'd like to smell it again. It's one of those smells from childhood that I sort of miss.
This is my submission for Sepia Saturday and a wish that all fellow Sepians remember the good times a bicycle gave them.
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