School is out! The weather is HOT! The days are long. Here I am reminiscing again.
My kids love technology. Computers, iPads, Kindles. My daughter loves to steal my phone and hop on Snap Chat. And I cringe. I cringe because I think about pages turned backward when I was nine years old and what my own summers consisted of.
I grew up in rural North Carolina. My parents were gone during the day in the summer and that meant I spent my time pedaling. I was lucky enough to get to sleep in as they went to work and school and when I got up I would get dressed, go outside, hop on my bike and ride up our little road to my Mammaw’s house.
My days were spent pedaling. Our road was about a quarter of a mile long. It had been a dirt road until the county decided to make sure all roads were paved. A few people fought the system and won (farming roads). I started pedaling on the rough terrain of gravel and dust and as I got older it switched to a smoother ride of asphalt or tar and gravel.
There were no devices to keep my attention. My bike and the constant up and down of maneuvering the road were my focus. How fast could I go? Could I hit the pothole just right and get that high of being airborne for a nanosecond? I could!
Sometimes I would take my bike into the wooded area that was where the creek was. This was also the spot the neighbor’s cows would mosey down to in the heat of the day to drink or get their hooves wet in. I loved sitting by that creek. Lizards, salamanders, turtles, hoppy toads were my interest and here is where they were.
I would be joined on occasion by my own dog (Daisy May, my basset hound or Maggie my Border Collie) and sometimes by Nescafe (my aunt’s dog) or whatever dog was living at my grandma’s at the time.
Today I live on a highway and my kids cannot freely pedal. Now I have to map out areas we could go biking and not worry about traffic. We have a nice little wooded area behind our home but we also have Copperheads back there. Mama bear comes out when poisonous snakes are hunkered down. Which, now that I think about it, is funny. I’m sure there were more than a few Copperheads around that creek but if they were there they let me be. (Black snakes came out in full force though!)
To close this memory up – I’m glad I had the childhood I did of pedaling and pushing myself. I’m glad I had the opportunity to commune in nature without that title. I’m pleased that my pedaling was only interrupted by lunch and helping my Mammaw with chores.
I guess it was all part of the recipe that grew me into what and who I am.
Pedal on kids.