Risks Are Good
Tonight we biked around the neighborhood. When I say we, I really mean my daughter, since I was madly running after the bike. The neighbors looked out of their windows and watched us as we went weaving down the streets of our townhouse complex. My daughter was a little perplexed. “Why are they all so excited?” she asked. I explained that to many of us, riding a bike was a big deal, like a car for kids. It meant freedom for us as kids. My daughter is not a risk-taker. Actually, I suspect that I was a similar sort of … Continue reading