Throwback Thursday: Big Wheel Edition
When I was younger, I was much riskier than I am now. I’d jump off of the swing at its highest point. On the trampoline, I would convince myself I could do a flip which would always end badly. I would jump into our pool though the stickers on the pool stated to not do so. My treehouse had a rope swing… that I often crashed into said treehouse resulting in some serious scrapes.
It was the thing I had to build myself up for: one step at a time. First I’d take it slow, practically edging it along. Then a little faster after a while, but then I’d get the running start the length of the sidewalk.
Looking back, I yearn for the times where something so ridiculous seemed so challenging. If you had told that four year-old me that in a couple of years, I’d be doing the same thing on a bike, I would have thought you were crazy. Even more crazy when you brought up my future rollerblading tricks that ultimately got me a fractured wrist. What I’d give to have an adult-sized big wheel to ride around on…