Accidental Derivative
I think it was Christmas of 1938. It could have been 37' or 39', the exact year is not important. But it was Christmas time in Alabama and that is what's important. Norma and Patricia were but 11 and 7 years old, just two cutie pie southern toe heads, the last two 'chillins' of a brood of 7. I wonder if they were a little bit spoiled by their 5 other older siblings?
Anyway, Norma and Patricia each got a shiny bicycle that year, Norma's blue and green for Patricia. The blue bike was slick, and had a cowling on it, and a fine saddle, and would go in the wind like a steed on a cool spring morning. The girls, well, Norma for sure road her bike all the way to that place where first bikes go. They get parked for the last time and go to memory where they live forever. Probably the best place to preserve all childhood things precious.
About 18 years later in January of 1956 Norma was all grown up. She was outside pushing junior on his fat tired bike, Also a Christmas present. She would run and push to get some momentum going so that when she let off junior was supposed to maintain his balance and keep riding, with no training wheels. Junior would tip over and fall to the ground. Norma would pick him up again and push him again and say "start pedalling". The first few times junior could not or would not pedal, it seemed like such a risky thing to do. After so many times that Norma would push and tell junior to pedal, he finally gave it a try and to his amazement, he went farther before falling than if he had just tried to coast. Eventually junior was riding in the wind like a steed on a cool spring morning, and he rode his bike to that place where first bikes go. He parked it for the last time where it transformed itself to lodge in the childhood things precious memory.
About 18 years later, in January of 1974, junior was all grown up. Noel and Denise woke up to a beautiful Christmas tree to find two shiny pink bikes. "Just pedal my loved ones, and ride to that place. You will know it when you see it, the last place that first bikes go. But just pedal".
Anyway, Norma and Patricia each got a shiny bicycle that year, Norma's blue and green for Patricia. The blue bike was slick, and had a cowling on it, and a fine saddle, and would go in the wind like a steed on a cool spring morning. The girls, well, Norma for sure road her bike all the way to that place where first bikes go. They get parked for the last time and go to memory where they live forever. Probably the best place to preserve all childhood things precious.
About 18 years later in January of 1956 Norma was all grown up. She was outside pushing junior on his fat tired bike, Also a Christmas present. She would run and push to get some momentum going so that when she let off junior was supposed to maintain his balance and keep riding, with no training wheels. Junior would tip over and fall to the ground. Norma would pick him up again and push him again and say "start pedalling". The first few times junior could not or would not pedal, it seemed like such a risky thing to do. After so many times that Norma would push and tell junior to pedal, he finally gave it a try and to his amazement, he went farther before falling than if he had just tried to coast. Eventually junior was riding in the wind like a steed on a cool spring morning, and he rode his bike to that place where first bikes go. He parked it for the last time where it transformed itself to lodge in the childhood things precious memory.
About 18 years later, in January of 1974, junior was all grown up. Noel and Denise woke up to a beautiful Christmas tree to find two shiny pink bikes. "Just pedal my loved ones, and ride to that place. You will know it when you see it, the last place that first bikes go. But just pedal".
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