Wednesday, November 2, 2011

I can fly

I’ve been eyeing my son’s new bicycle for days, and finally gave in to temptation yesterday. I climbed on gingerly. I wobbled. I nearly fell even before starting. They say that once you learn to ride a bike, you never forget, but I seemed to have forgotten.

But me being me, I kept at, and soon, I found the old skill coming back. It felt like I was flying. The sense of freedom was no different from what I felt when I used to ride regularly as a kid.

It is wonderful to re-discover something that gives so much joy.
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6 comments:

Chuck said...

Your story today is inspirational. Most of my bike riding is of the stationary kind. Not the same at all.

thegalnxtdoor said...

Awwww such an inspirational and sweet story!
It is always fun to go back to the things we used to enjoy in our childhood. I am enjoying painting with pencil colours and crayons these days! :)

SueAnn said...

I have thought of trying the same thing myself! Sounds wonderful...I may have to give it a go!
Hugs
SueAnn

Margot Kinberg said...

Natasha - Oh, I know what you mean! I love re-discovering simple joys like that :-). Sometimes you just have to let go and, well, fly :-).

LTM said...

ooo, I agree. And I used to LOVE flying around on my bike. Here's to rediscovering simple pleasures~ :o) <3

Al said...

as always a lovely tale

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