Sunday, June 13, 2010

Riding Bikes

Last night, my sister and I rode bikes together for the first time since we were kids. Riding a bike truly makes you feel like a kid again (which is never a bad thing). I couldn't stop smiling and laughing and reminiscing. Erin and I talked about riding our bikes around the neighborhood when we were growing up, we talked about all of our old friendships and rivalries. We laughed like hyenas as we tried to remember how to ride a bike and how to turn without putting our feet down. We laughed every time my brakes squeaked -- (they sound like Rudolph's nose).

Toward the end of the night, I was speeding along the street we grew up on, thinking that Erin had pedaled back home. I heard a quiet noise and looked back. Sure enough, there was Erin pedaling right behind me with a big smile on her face and the wind whipping through her hair... just like old times.

These are the moments people talk about... the ones you never want to forget.


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