Name Him Jack
My dad had a bicycle he loved so much, almost a human Jack by name. Every morning, when was on his way out, he would say, “Jack, are you ready to go with...
childhood
Our Last Ride
It’s been a while since my last ride It was Sunday It was sunny My father and I were cycling We were so happy But, I did not know That it was my last ride Now...
The Kid in Us
We were at my parents' house for the holidays, a family reunion of sorts. My brother, his wife, his kids, and mine, my husband — we were all...
A Cherished Freedom
A freedom so profound and subtle I miss each and every day When my hair flew haphazardly Every which way Caressed ticklish by the air Balmy be it winter or summer And it made...
Lost In the Light
“Into the broad daylight, you will see me shine,” Wyatt said and gazed at me while we were cycling through the neighborhood. The soothing breeze lightly touched my skin;...
Mom Was Right
I have a whole history with bikes, It's gone on for thirty years. I have both good and bad memories, a lot of emotions, smiles, and tears. I got a pink ten...
Sharing the Gift of Cycling
My name is Tyra. As an 8-year old child, I had no friends because I was shy and timid. I grew up in a small neighborhood named Charlotte,...
My Big Dream
If you asked me what my dream was as a child, I would have replied, “To cycle around with my mother sitting behind me.” Despite this, my earliest...
Mr. Johnson and a Stolen Briefcase
“I’d ride up and down the street with the wind blowing on my face. Everything seemed to fade away; I was unstoppable and on top of the world.”Atere Salimat Bukola ...
I’ll Support You
“I cycled through tunnels and open sky with the exhilaration of my first childhood ride.”Emmily Magtalas Rhodes “You always have to fall before you learn,” Nanay said. I was seven, and she...