Happy Endings
I was 12 years old when I got my first brand-new bike. Prior to that I rode hand-me-downs from my older brothers. By the time the two-wheelers got to me they were dinged, chipped and… blue. Blue! What self-respecting girly-girl wants to be seen riding around the neighborhood on a midnight-blue bike with half-torn orange lightning bolts across the frame? It took me nearly a year to save up for the bike of my dreams: A red and white Huffy with iridescent scrolling on the handlebars. It was a beaut! I rode that bike every day in the hot, Hawaiian … Continue reading