When my birthday came, I got a bike. It was red and silver. Well, let me tell you, I was one happy lady! It was the kind of bike that I asked for. In this day and age it would be classified as a mountain bike; large seat and large tires. Hmm, I can feel it now and I can also hear the sound of it as it went down the street.
Why I did what I am about to tell you, is unknown to me and my husband and my neighbors, but I parked it at the curb, then promptly got in the car with my kids and ran over my bike!! I had only had it one or two days. I have no clue why I didn't park it by the house.
I quickly took it to my neighbor man and
A few days later, I carefully, yes carefully put the bike in Back of my car. The next time I went to the store I backed over it. Yup, I did. That time it wasn't fixable. My sweet husband, said, "I thought you wanted a bike." I never got another one.
I just told Fran about this post and what it was about. I told him I had thought I had run out of things to write about. He just chuckled and shook his head and said, "I can see you doing that." What's that mean? Does that mean he never would have bought me a bike for my birthday?
Stay tuned for more birthday stories!