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Childhood Rituals
Life is much more fun when acting child-like
“It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.”
― Tom Robbins
I couldn’t wait to get home and finish my homework so I could ride my bike for hours on end, until the beautiful Sun retired for the night, leaving me freshly rejuvenated and utterly exhausted.
I’d hop on my bike and ride around town, wherever the winds might lead me that eve, lest I become stir crazy sitting at home watching television alongside my pooped father.
Some days, I’d ride alone, whispering sweet nothings unto the alluring Universe that haunted me as a child.
Other days, I’d meet up with my childhood crush, as we talked about how our days were, back in elementary school.
And yet other days, I’d ride to the pond with my siblings, hopeful to find the fort still in tact, from whence we left it, just one day prior.
The wind would brush itself against my cheek as I rode my heart out, peddling my legs until they nearly fell off — or at least, until they went limp (which, as a child, was nearly impossible!). My lungs would fill themselves with the freshest of airs, filling any sliver of void that may have already developed at such a young age. My heart would overfill itself with glee and amusement, the longer I rode…
