Bike ride
Handle bars centred, keeping it steady
“Don’t push off the ground until you are ready”
Says mum as I leave and she starts to get smaller
Her gentle advice, turning into a holler.
”Don’t go too far” she shouts “don’t leave my sight”
My wheels turning faster as i start to take flight.
Fresh air in my lungs and the wind in my hair
No thoughts and no worries, I don’t have a care.
The ground is smooth and the space is wide
Nothing’s felt the same since that first bike ride.
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A passing lyric (
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That first bike ride is the first taste of freedom in your life, may that freedom give you joy.
It is! A great moment for many.
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