polyester short set
purple Schwinn with the banana seat
skinned knees
bee stings
mosquito bites
stock tank swimming
metal roller skates
penny candy
soda fountain
ice cream sundae
cold water straight from the hose
sparklers and snakes
grubby hands
dirt rings around the neck
street lights
fireflies
bath time
cicada song
peaceful slumber
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
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Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
what a great idea…a list as a poem. love it! But a purple bike? Poor thing…
Yes, it was sparkly purple and I loved it! With a white basket that had flowers on it. I don’t recall whether I had a bell though.
See, I’m thinking that bike, a purple bike!, is probably the cause of all your problems now. Red is the only color for a kid’s bike. Did you start off with training wheels?
Yes, I did start with training wheels, and frustrated the shit out of my mother when she was trying to teach me to ride without them.
HA!! My sisters were like that. Me…I just hopped on the thing and rode away, no training wheels.
Bragger
No…not bragging, I was just always really athletic, it was a simple thing to balance the bike, I think is all. And I rode that thing like crazy!
Me, over here, not athletic. lol
so…what are you then?
An artistic intellectual redneck?? I’m an anomaly.