Let’s meet Under a tree that we climbed when we were children.
The tree will say “Here are the children who perched like birds the whole day to eat my fruit.”
Let’s meet At the river whose bank we used to build sand figures.
The sand will say “Here are the children who tap and slap me to look stunning.”
Let’s meet At the crossroad where we departed to where our bikes agreed to go.
The road will say “Here are the children who noisily negotiated which place to visit”.
Let’s meet Once again before the next once-again.
The rendezvous will say “Here are the children who have refused to lose excitement in life and continued to be young in heart, Even when age has taken some muscles away.”
Lil knoz ‘bout a gal
Bikin’ crashin’ co’nut tree
Laughed and helped at once
Remembering what you did in childhood is like watching cartoon movies, entertaining and energizing. How painfully the bad time was brought to you, when recalled, it brings a good smile back to your face.
When I was a girl, I loved riding bike. Often time racing with no one just with my beloved red one, enjoying the wind as if I was the queen of the road. Old people knew I was one of the careless.
One day I took off hands from the handlebars to clap hands singing along. Stupidly… No… Excitedly! Thought I was good enough as a bike rider. So, the wind took control of the bike in high speed as we were sliding from a sloping edge. We crashed into a coconut tree in front of neighbour’s house. It was my first bloody accident in life and not the last for sure 😊 I was lucky to live in a community who believed that children of the neighbourhood were the responsibility of all…
By then bike and I always met our rescuers. Now I won’t, so I ride bike wisely…. 😁 So far only one mudguard wheel was gone because of one silly accident —an irresponsible electric scooter didn’t want to slow down and forced me to get stuck to the side of the bike way pushed us to a tree. Hope no accident anymore 👍🏽
Nothing happens for no reason. Always be happy how much ever life sprinkles bitter to your plate. Hope all become good memories when we see it from later time.
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