Our 3 year old neighbor, Garren, rode his bike down to our house this past weekend. I can always tell when he's coming b/c I can hear his bike before he ever arrives. You see, it all started months ago. Rocky would ride his motorcycle over to the house and Garren would come running down the road and ask to be taken on a ride. He loves Rocky's bike, especially the sound. So one day, a few months ago, Rocky attached a piece of plastic to Garren's bike so that it brushed against the spokes of his back wheel. You all know what I'm talking about. It turned a plain ordinary bike into a motor bike...at least to a 3 year old. Garren has worn through several pieces of plastic but he always finds something else to use. It reminds me of when I was a kid and Dad would do the same thing to my bike. I remember using a clothes pin and a card from a deck of cards or a baseball card. One time I remember him tying a half blown up balloon on my bike. It was really loud but it didn't take long to pop.
So every time Garren rides his bike to our house, it takes me back to my childhood. I love going back down memory lane.
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