Bike Love

Growing up having a bike was everything. My bike was blue with a sparkingly white seat.
One year my bike was stolen because I failed to put it back in the basement at the end of the day. I came home and left it in the backyard.

Looking down from my bedroom window I cried and cried, why didn't I listen to my parents. When my friends came to get me after school I couldn't go. No riding to the park or library. No riding down steep hills, no discovering new neighborhoods. I thought if I stared enough at the place where I left it, it would reappear.

My dad came to my rescue after letting me suffer for a while. We went to Two Guys, a department store in New Jersey. Not only did I get a new bike but so did my sisters. I picked out a 3-speed gold bike with a gold sparkling seat. It was the best day ever. I made sure to always put my bike away at the end of the day.

Remembering that story brings back such a precious time, as children we were free to ride and explore.

Daily Face: July 27 & Welcome bike

 We went to our daughters Jack & Jill baby shower this weekend. If you do not know what that is, it is when men are also invited to participate.  They all seem to have a great time including my dad who is 76 years old. It was held in historic Roswell, Georgia. The picture of the welcome bike was in the garden where the shower was held.

IF: Bicycle

My submission for Illustration Friday "bike." As a young girl growing up in New Jersey I could not image my life without my bike. I was the first of my friends to get a 3 speed bike. My bike was my lifeline to the world. I remember riding to the park, the library, and of course to visit friends. It was so much fun to get together and explore new neighborhoods.

Sketchbook Drawings

 A few sketches to keep me back on my creative track.