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Friday, July 25, 2008
Good Job Monkeyboy!
Monkeyboy has mastered the two-wheeler. Bean and friend (MRG) ride their bikes with some frequency and Monkeyboy has ridden his tractor, following behind. Apparently, Bean said "enough" and told him it was time, so he learned to ride very quickly. Now, they can't get him off the bike. I remember for my 7th birthday, my grandmother bought me a bike. She also bought my brother a bike, which I resented, because of course, it was MY birthday. AND, my brother got a speed bike. Mine was red and white, a Schwinn, I believe. I rode it all the time and I loved it. It was shiny AND red, what more could one ask for. The freedom of riding down the hill on Emerson Avenue, hair flying in the wind. Mippy used to ride her bike to the pool every day and had the same sense of freedom, I think. Well, it's back to work on Monday. No more afternoon reading, playing poker or watching movies. I enjoy most of the people I work with and the challange of the job, which is what keeps me from quitting, but Ginger found a job for me, and we could do it together. Funny, but Wacky Mommy is about to begin a job and she is so excited! It's fun to see and listen to her plans. I am about to watch "A Few Good Men". I am on a Jack Nicholson kick. Next is Flashdance, because I love the scenes of Pittsburgh and the museum. Any suggestions on movies? I am really enjoying this Netflix thing.
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Next it will be a car.
Another sense of independence. And the feeling of accomplishment. My first bike was a three speed and I nearly went over the handle bars with the hand breaks. So, they got a present on YOUR birthday? Never should happen. I would have hidden the bikes until their birthday...but then that's the kind of person I am. :)
I had a yellow 5 speed with a banana seat and ape hanger handle bars. Back then we would build ramps made out of bricks and planks of wood. Go ripping down the street and basically risk serious injury trying to jump farther and higher then anyone else. They didnt even make childrens helmets back then :) It was truly an awesome feeling of freedom. But i think becuase of the "old days" and trying to be Evel Knievel, Monkeyboy and Bean always have helmets.....being a parent puts a whole new perspective on things!
I had a five speed and wrecked into a parked car the first day I had it. Put a big scratch on the car that my Dad had to pay for. The bike was taken away for a month, in the summer. What a bust. But boy, when I got it back, I didn't go near any cars!
Well, I had a 20 speed, although heaven knows why, I never used more than three speeds. It was a racing bike and everyone had one. It was a lot of fun and we rode everywhere on it. I am seeing more and more bikes on the road, too bad I sold mine. Good job, Bean, encouraging him, and good job, Monkeyboy.
I think my all time favorite movie was Easy Rider. If you haven't watched it, it is a classic.
Well, I never had a bike of my own and so I learned on my cousin's which we just borrowed. Now, that's poor! Used to skate a lot in the alley and mother would have a fit because I didn't know how to stop so I just ran into the first wall that I came to. Also played a lot of hide and seek, kick the can and Buck Buck, how many finges up! I guess I had a fun childhood after all.
Ginger, I never heard of buck, buck. I've heard of duck, duck goose...is it the same thing?
No Cathy,
One person leans over against a wall while another jumps on his or her back displaying in the air any number of fingers and yells, Buck Buck, how many fingers up. If the leaner doesn't guess, a second person jumps on and that continues until the number is guessed.
Got to have a strong back for this game.
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