Happy are they who still love something they loved in the nursery:
They have not been broken in two by time; they are not two persons,
but one, and they have saved not only their souls but their lives.
My bike was one of my best friends during my childhood years. I remember many days that I rode from morning to night. During the summer I was left alone while my parents worked, and my friends were busy with their own families, so my bike became the one thing that never let me down. As I recall, it was a green no-name brand, but it brought me to the far corners of the world, and there was nothing like taking first place in a race. Of course, I was not only going in circles around my neighborhood and totally alone, but in childhood our imagination carries us wherever we want to go. On my bike, I was fearless and carefree, with not a care in the world. The loneliness and pain of growing up in a dysfunctional family was gone. Yes. Life was good.
Have a good one.