Bicycle Memories

I bought a new bicycle. It reminds me of when I was young.

It smells of clinkers, sherbert bombs, snakes and honey bears,
of freedom and adventure and riding no hands down steep winding streets. Of a best friend called Wendy and our tame little budgerigars, Lucky and Santa. Of sleepovers and giggling under the bed covers, of tiffs and secret letters and …

I wonder what you are doing now, Wendy.



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