As a young seven-or-eight-year old, I came face to face with death for the first time. My best friend’s picture was on the front page of the daily newspaper. He had been killed by a car the night before.

This article is about a a person biking…

With all the hard work…

My complaint and shout out to all bicycle riders and car drivers.

Cycling in the Pacific Northwest.

Quatrain.

My escapades with trying to learn how to ride a bike.

An exercise called “I remember…” where you fill in what you remember at the end of the sentence.

Our school’s picnic party.

Not just an ordinary bicycle, or is it?