On Ave 28 to Footies.

When I was 11 years old I had my first bicycle. It was given to me for Christmas by my mom's boss. I don't remember the brand but I remember it being a red mountain bike. The first time I got on it I was scared. Falling to the side. Loosing my balance. I slowly got the hang of it. I rode by myself for awhile. My apartment's parking lot was the only place I would be so I started riding there almost every single day. After awhile, my neighbors joined me. We would have small races. 10 laps. 15 laps. I learned how to bunny hop in less then a year. I once jammed my two feet in the front wheel thinking nothing would happen, and that became my first face-plant. That was 9 years ago. Riding on Ave 28 made me remember this. I sprinted through the green light with a sharp left turn like I used to in my parking lot. I felt the little kid in me smile.