Two Things

I miss my younger days when I would bike all day, pedal my way throughout our small town and the edge of it, sometimes beyond, from sunrise until sunset, my mother the least bit worried for she knew what I was doing on a weekend, on some days returning home with bruises on my arms and blood on my shirt but a smile on my muddy face nonetheless even after an accident, a time long gone when a rock on the dirt road I am speeding through is the only one that would make me fall so hard, and a flat tire is the sole thing in the universe that would break my heart. God I miss those days.