Today's Confession...

I don't know how to ride a bicycle. Sure, I did the cute bike with shiny ribbons hanging out the handle bars thing. With training wheels.

But the day those training wheels came off, I was racing around the neighborhood with friends. I had an unfortunate accident, going flying over the handle bars and landing *splat* on the pavement... That was it. Try as they might, my parents could not get me back on that bicycle.

It never really bothered me. My friends and I weren't really the bicycle types, preferring softball and she-ra dolls. Action figures. Whatever you want to call them.

I very happily went through life knowing that if I was ever on the Amazing Race and they had a bicycle challenge, I'd be screwed. I wasn't missing anything.

I went on my honeymoon in Hawaii and, sure, it would have been cool to bike down a volcano. But the idea of doing that much physical activity, at least of that kind, at 3 AM was a major turnoff. So I didn't feel like I was missing out then either.

Or any time since then...

But one of these days, my little guy is going to want to ride a bike. He loves his little bicycle to pieces. As soon as we get up to my parents' house, after collecting hugs and kisses from nana and papa and doggie kisses from Rosie, he runs right for the bike.




Excitedly screeching "my bike-icle," he runs the thing up the driveway, hops on board and careens out of control to the bottom. He giggles uncontrollably all the way down and all the way back up.

He can play on that thing for hours! Rain or shine, no matter what else is going on. It won't be long before he moves on to a real bicycle.

And when that day comes, for the first time, there's going to be a large part of me that wishes I knew how to ride a bike...

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Check out the other Theme Thursday bicycle posts here.