Cycling

My bicycle enabled so much adventure along the safe sidewalks and sleepy streets of my town. It offered great freedom to explore . There were so many places to ride my bike, including special places that only I knew about. There were seemingly endless opportunities for discovery, compelling experiences, and even the thrill of imagined danger.

where is that special tree? I know it's somewhere around here between these two houses, or is it the next house? I guess the tree is now long gone. Having packed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich lunch in my bicycle basket, I'm set to spend almost the entire day climbing around in it, where I can think and dream unrestrained .

It is here I have found a glorious refuge; each large branch is its own lavish room comprising my expansive estate. What a rich man I am to have found such an interesting place that I can call my own! I love to climb co the very top where the highest branch is so narrow, l must hold on tight as I sway widely with it in the wind - because the higher I go,the more I can see.

I can even see past the supermarket,with a glimpse of the ocean a mile beyond that. I'm glad my mother never knew how high I dared to climb. Ever since then, I have always found it well worth paying the price to reach the vantage point that affords life's best perspective .