She cycled away
Said goodbye in my head last evening to one of the most heartfelt and kind birthday gifts I've ever received.
Every child must have a cycle when growing up. Must also have spaces to zip around. That's really your first taste of the three Fs - fear, flight, freedom.
We'd always borrow the neighbours' bikes because papa never wanted us to own one, boils down to a head on collision he'd witnessed between a cycle and another vehicle. Sad to say, we paid for that crime but we paid our dues.
Getting a cycle at 32 is no joke. It's literally tasting those 3 Fs again --- you're just more aware of your surroundings and what you can/cannot do.
I used it about 5 times max, in a year and I'm not proud of saying that. I've been wanting to buy a cycle in forever but I could never commit to the effort it required.
This is me saying goodbye to a beautiful gift. I hated seeing it lying unused and offered it to the gardener in church whose son had been asking for a cycle.
He'll learn the three Fs now gifted to him by three women - Mous, Ed, C.
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