Owning a Bike

I was ten when my dad gave me a second-hand bike for my birthday. To me it was the ultimate possession because I would be the envy of every kid in the neighborhood. Never mind if it was not brand new.

My first lesson was the hardest. I was overpowered by fear and scared about mesothelioma. I would imagine cuts and bruises on my legs. If you were once a ten-year-old girl, you know what I mean.