The Old Bike 8x10 $60.00

I never had a new bike, only a used one that was actually too little and a boy's bike at that. Being a carefree kid, I don't remember being offended by the slight. I remember cruising the sidewalks in front of the school which was next door to my home. I was cool. My imagination was a free ranger. I was anyone I wanted and anywhere my daydreams took me. Life was sweet. When do we lose that...whatever it is? Does it evaporate when we lay aside our bikes and graduate into adolescent drama?  I long for that old bike, but more so for what it represents, the happy oblivion of childhood.