Embarassing Childhood Memory

Here’s a childhood memory: I remember this bike I had when I was growing up that was a hand me down. It was blue and the kind of bike that I thought was slightly uncool with it’s wide handlebars and brakes you’d apply by backpedaling. I remember one day riding this bike down this driveway and off the curb, trying to get as much air as I could off this “ramp,” which you could imagine wasn’t much. But I put a lot into this “stunt” . . . that is until I saw the neighborhood cool kid watching me. I was embarrassed and just kinda rode away home.

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