I was a six year old with no bike. Only the males in my family
had that privilege. So one morning I got up very early, before
the older siblings awoke, crept out the back porch door where I
knew there would be two bikes in the yard just waiting for me
and my plan.
I couldn't let the neighbors see me stealing a bike, but I was a
determined child. Quietly, I walked the bike for about 4 long
blocks away from my house.
Somehow I managed to climb up onto the seat, but my little
legs couldn't reach those pedals. I must have stood up and
tried, when wham, down I fell, me and the bike. Did I give up?
No way. I was determined.
This climbing up and falling down must've gone on for quite a
while. Scraped, bleeding knees and a smashed up bike, I finally
gave up. When my brother saw his mangled bike and my mangled
knees he put 2 and 2 together.
To this day I can't ride a bike. Poor balance? Maybe.
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Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe the male privilege thing caused your determination to developed a complex that wouldn't allow you to learn how to ride a bike if it was the last thing on earth to learn. Just a though, sparked by your thought provoking story.
Adorable story! You are still a determined child... You are a font of determination!
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right on Mykell, that male privilege, sure can mess up your life. Thanks so much.
Ok Susan, guess I still am a determined (child?)
I like the start of this - you've got so much in here to go on - but your poor knees. I love the idea of this little girl - but would love to know the brother's reaction, too, I can picture quite a bit. :-)
Love it, but would DEFINITELY like to see it expanded a little bit.
Great piece, Estelle. Especially like the closing:
"To this day I can't ride a bike. Poor balance? Maybe."
Interesting suggestions about expanding the piece, showing more of the brother. I like that idea. Something to consider.
Wonderful, Ms. Estelle. I can see the determination in this young girl's face! *
TJ, this was 1 of five brothers. Being the family baby, they always were forgiving.
Maybe, Mathew, sometime I may expand this. Thanks.
Sam, you also want more about brother. I will think about this.
Foster, guess I am still a determined face.
You all are so nice and I love your comments.
You? Unbalanced? I don't think so. Love your no-nonsense, bare bones writing style. *
Jack, your comments always give me a good laugh.
Nice of you to think I'm un-balanced!!!! wow.
This is sweet. I got right into that little girl's determined head. I like her. A lot.
Thanks JP, so glad you liked her little determined head.
Now I'd like to know what exactly happened between the second to last and the last paragraph. But I guess some things shall not be known. *
think you can guess, Beate.
the future will tell, I'm still alive.