I can’t remember who it was now that first introduced me to Lisa Reiter’s Bite-Sized Memoirs, but I added the originally post about it to my reading list at the end of May. I’m just now getting around to having time to actually participate in the challenge.
Per Lisa, the following are the rules for Bite-Sized Memoirs if you would like to participate as well:
The challenge will be to write about the topic using
10 x “I remember statements”
150 x words (prose, or poem if you want to stretch yourself)
Either will make you pick and choose your words carefully whilst keeping a tight focus for time’s sake. You might want to write more, to keep at home, but please only submit one option within the limits for sharing (i.e. 10 statements or 150 word prose/poem)
This week’s prompt is Cycling, in honor of the start of the the Tour de France. I used to spend a ton of time on a bike. I remember saving up money from cutting great grandma’s grass and getting a blue ten-speed. It was what everyone wanted at that point in life. I think that shade of blue is still my favorite; in fact, when I bought my last bike, it was the same color. I love it that much.
But this piece isn’t about that particular bike or even my last bike. It’s about my first bike.
Two bikes appeared one day a few days after my mom left for truck driving school. A black BMX for my brother and a little orange cruiser for me. It didn’t even have real tires – they were hard plastic – and for some reason there was an MFA medallion attached to the front of the bike.
It was used. Not the bright and shiny things that lined that aisles at Wal-Mart, and I was a little ashamed and embarrassed by it. Only for a little bit, though, because it was what my mom could afford, and once I learned how to ride, it didn’t matter what it looked like. After a few crashes in the ditch and some scars I still wear, that bike gave me the freedom to run with the boys or wander back country roads all by myself. I was six, but with wheels, I was free.
I miss riding. I carried a bike to Louisville with me and brought it back home. Sweet Husband has talked about tuning up my bike (about $200) and getting a bike for him (about $600). Perhaps we’ll add another bank to our collection so we can begin saving for them. We’ve got a lovely beach with wide sidewalks that would make an easy place to ride.
Do you remember learning how to ride? What was that like for you? Let me know in the comments!