So i was taking the old stuff out to the trash. They were stuffed at the back of the house. As i slowly moved heavy objects, i stumbled upon my old bicycle which was actually my first bicycle.
I remember vividly that day when i got it. Words can't explain the amount of joy gushing out of this 11year old boy. I'll ride it from Dansoman Ssnit Flats to the McCarthy Hills and other unknown neighborhoods i later discovered. It was my best friend.
As a child, I was super weird. I'd walk miles away from home just to find peace and quiet to reflect on my life and what I'd one day become. So when the bicycle finally came through, I rode it to all those places.It was literally the epitome of envy for my friends because it was a mountain bike. A green 'Anza-Magna' mountain bike for that matter. My friends would go for a ride with it in turns everyday. This memory is set back to I think year 2001.
A few months back, August, 2016, I bought my first car. A royal blue 2008 Mazda 3 module. Sleek and sporty.
I suddenly had to pose my bicycle beside my first car and 'my oh my', I nearly wept out of joy for how far HE has brought me in this world. I have never felt so nostalgic as I felt this morning, and if the current 'me' would walk into the past to meet 'little me' and showed that young boy his car, I would move heaven and earth to know his reaction.
I'm just grateful. ☺
