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Master Chef
I love it when someone teaches himself to ride a bike. I was about his age when I taught myself to ride my sister's big bike. I didn't have one of my own, so I learned on hers. The only thing was I was too little to reach the seat! I just stood up and rode. This impressed my parents so much that Dad took me to the used bike store about a month later ( when he had saved up enough money) to get a bike that was sized for me. He dropped me off at the corner on the way home ( about a mile from home) so I could ride the bike home. You know, I could not ride that bike while sitting on the seat even though the man in the store had set it at the right level for me. I stood up and rode all the way home. When I got to the house, Dad moved the seat way up and I could ride. I guess I just got in the habit of riding standing and reaching. I have never had a close relationship with my Dad, but that is one of my fondest memories of being together. Now, he is a lonely old man, and I call him every week. I will be visiting him this summer. Yes, I'm smiling now.
How sweet I could just picture a little Chopper riding an over sized bike!