tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443725915638920094.post2946206764726879061..comments2023-09-20T11:28:03.385-04:00Comments on Notes from the Burrow: I wouldn't sell my bike for all the money in the world. Not for a hundred million, trillion, billion dollars!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01932345372316353681noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443725915638920094.post-44631998739621176822008-08-07T14:56:00.000-04:002008-08-07T14:56:00.000-04:00So many of my childhood memories are exactly like ...So many of my childhood memories are exactly like you describe...on my banana seat bike or rollerskates in my neighborhood. Good times.<BR/><BR/>Maryn just recently learned how to ride without training wheels and has begged to go for a ride every night since. One night we rode up to the school playground, and she was really restless and didn't really want to play. She turned to Mark and said, "Dad, I just want to ride". So true!!<BR/><BR/>Maybe next summer (after baby comes), you can get a bike and enjoy the wind in your hair again.Suzyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00902864202769675856noreply@blogger.com