Bike Rider

When I was younger, I loved to play with rocks. The way they felt when

it had just rained reminded me of my mother's cheeks as she cried over

my father.

I never wore shoes and I never wore shoes with socks. I got out the door

faster without shoes and shoes without socks may be smelly, but nothing

could ever stink worst than questioning your self worth since the age of nine.

My hair was long, almost down to my butt. I remember my first time riding

a bike, falling, and getting a cut. This wont be the last time I fall. Ive

fallen in many situations and got back up. .

As I got older, I realized getting back up was not the only way to be tough.

I think its been about a year since my ass got on a bike, but I have fallen

in many situations just a like; with some, I've had training wheels and some I have not

Either way, I have fallen quite alot

If i recall my firat bike, it was pink or maybe it was blue

my mother told me to ride it and my father taught me how to.

when I messed up, neither were there to give me a hand. At a young

age, I was required to "take it like a man"

In other words, I was forced to be strong and I was until it got so cold that no

warmth could help. Put a coat on, still cold. Put a blanket on, still cold.

Hug me, said my father and that was when i felt the coldest.

When I fell over and over, I felt so alone. But you gotta get back on if you

want to get home.

Figured out that other streets were bumpy and even when you're with friends

they will leave you.

Its fun to stop and look around, but getting too far would get me out of

my small, cold town.

On long, hot days a biker is just wanting to quit

Those super steep hills make you feel like shit

each day, legs get stronger making it easier for me to hold on longer

One day: Bags all packed. I pedaled away and never came back.

My bike will get rusty and my tires will squeek, but I will deal with it for I am not

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