Memories of my first ride!

One evening, a little over 60-years ago, after we had finished milking cows, my dad took the training wheels off my bike.  While he stayed down the road, mom walked beside me holding the seat as I peddled down the gravel road to my dad and then she let go!!  I road to the bottom of the drive got off pushed back up the hill and this time I road without mom pushing…..

Each evening when the weather is fit, I still ride my bike down that same little stretch making my final rounds for the day.

Although my parents passed many years ago, in my mind’s eye, somehow I still feel my mom’s care as she prays, “be careful son,” and at the same time, I’m aware of my dad’s watchful eye as he smiles saying, “Get it Boy.”