Hitching a ride
Whenever I was young my older brother Kenny taught me hoe to ride a bike. It was my granny's bike. I couldn't reach the seat, (somethings never change) but I remember it like yesterday. He would hold on to seat allow me to get going a little bit then the unforgivable act happened, he let go. I would fall over, graze a knee, yap a little but the experience outwayed the pain so I'd climb on again. Then as time went I got confident and when I'd see a tractor and trailer coming along the road I'd hold on and "Hitch a ride".
This morning I'm going to "Hitch a ride" for the day, just realized the King of kings is going my way.
Have a great day.
2 Comments:
Hi Philip, Pootsie here. I've just logged on to your blog for the first time, and have been so touched by your honesty. My heart's breaking for you all. Love you lots KP
don't blame me for the cuts on your legs, blame my ma for making them too short. ps. I think the bike was sadie's; granny wouldn't lend us hers for training purposes. love ya, KS.
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