RDP Wednesday: Festive
When I was eight, I got the best present in THE WORLD.
I got a bike, a beautiful lime green bike with daisies stamped on the frame, it had handbrakes and a gearshift- I even got a set of streamers to hang from the handgrips.
They were plain white ones, but really, they did look pretty cool.
My Dad and his cousin had put me and my sister and brother’s bikes together and the amazing thing is, they had fun doing it- or they thought it was funny because I heard them laughing all night in the living room.
They dined on the story for years that they had all these ‘extra parts’ after they put our bikes together and that every time they saw us zooming around on the street they sort of held their breath and hoped my Mom wasn’t looking.
You know, just in case.
Anyway, on Christmas morning we ran out into the living room and there they were –
honest to goodness two wheel bikes that were so cool and hip looking that I couldn’t believe they were ours.
There was a bit of a down side.
It had been snowing for three days so the roads were snowed and iced over, in those days there weren’t any sidewalks yet- and did I mention I had the Chicken Pox too?
So- it turned out my best friend Darren got a bike and the chicken pox and we decided to just roll our bikes out onto the driveway so we could at least see each other’s bikes and we PROMISED we wouldn’t ride them.
But of course we were kids and we had new bikes, so along with the bikes and the chicken pox we both ended up taking off on our super duper Christmas presents and we both ended up with a head full of bumps, I sprained my wrist and my friend twisted his ankle.
As we rolled and pushed and crawled our way back up the hill to our houses, it started to snow again and we were already making plans to sneak out again after dinner.
I was itchy, I was hurting in about a zillion places but me and Darren decided right there and then and we will maintain to this day that that Christmas was the best one ever.