As a child, my bicycle was the ultimate feeling of freedom. It was pre-helmet days and I loved the wind in my hair while riding down the sidewalk feeling the bump of each new section. Bump-bump, Bump-bump, Bump-bump. Because it was a bicycle everything, including sounds comes in two. This image was created for illustrationfriday.com.
Category: Memory
Stories from my Mother
On Monday evening my family shared a nice dinner with my parents. As the meal came to a close one of my children asked the adults to tell an experience from when thy were young. My mother volunteered the following. One day at church my mother noticed that my brother and I had big wads… Continue reading Stories from my Mother
Memory: Big Yellow Tonka Truck
Big Yellow Tonka Truck! Can you remember that? I loved my truck. I grew up in a suburb of Ogden, Utah, called Washington Terrace in the early 70s. I can still remember the address 288 East 4525 South, Ogden, Utah. (I had to memorize my address in Kindergarten and I don’t think I will ever… Continue reading Memory: Big Yellow Tonka Truck
A Rated “G” S.O.B.
A few weeks ago I was sitting with Tomie dePaola in a hotel in Los Angeles. He asked those of us at the table to relate embarrassing experiences that we have had. As always my mind went blank. So two weeks late, here is a moment from my life. It was necessary for me to… Continue reading A Rated “G” S.O.B.