We all had close calls as kids, right?
Were we crazy? Naaaa … just young. No fears. And a bit stupid.
Like that day in Millington years ago.
My aunt lived at the top of a steep hill on a street that rolled into that tiny town. I grabbed my cousin’s bike, eager to sail down that hill. I was young, but way too big for the tiny two-wheeler.
Anyway, I’m on fire. Pedaling as fast as I can. Wind in my hair and face. Feeling the power.
So I decided to stretch out my arms. You know, “Look ma, no hands!”