My Childhood Fantasy

When I was a kid (elementary days), my parents never taught me how to ride a bike because they don't want me to get boo-boos in the process of learning. My mom is the number one deterrent of the whole biking idea because she cares so much of our (my ate and I) skin. But the adventure seeker and extreme in me won me over and so I connived with my playmates and persuaded them to teach me how to ride a bike secretly :P

One afternoon, while Pops was busy watering the plants, I suddenly decided to borrow my playmate's bike, which was even taller than me at that time. I passed by our house while waving my hand and calling at our household at the top of my lungs saying, "Papa! Mama! Marunong na 'ko mag-bike!" with matching smile. So my mom instantly went out of the house to see what was it I was yelling about. Then she saw me and obviously, wala na s'ya nagawa. Then I consoled her by assuring her (showing her my legs) that I didn't get any injury from learning the art of biking. :)

I will forever thank my neighbor/playmate who lent me his bike. Then every year, I'd promised my self to buy a bike but it remained just a fantasy. I even asked Pops to buy one with these specifics: Old school type, color Pink, with a basket in front, and has a kring-kring (that's how I call the bell). Until college and now that I'm already working, I have bugged my pops about bike because he also loves biking so I thought it would benefit us both. he he.

Tonight I came home with my biggest shock of the day welcoming me: Pops bought the bike!!!:D Not just a bike but it bares all the specs that I wished for! Oh what a good way to start this week!! Totally Sunny!!