Casey Liston - Carrboro, NC
Girls growing up in the 1950s were constricted in so many subtle ways. There were no girls sports teams in any of my schools or communities. We had to wear skirts or dresses to school. We were told that our futures were determined: housewife and mother.
But they forgot to take away our bicycles. I was lucky to have parents that could afford bikes for all of us, and we rode and rode everywhere and all day long. We were free. We all did tricks on our bikes and rode without helmets. Who ever thought of buying a helmet for a kid (or putting sunscreen on them)?
Now I'm 60 years old. I've been trapped in a car driving to work for decades. I've been chained to a computer for the same period. But two years ago I moved close enough to commute by bicycle. Just a taste of freedom.
When I ride, I can be ten years old again. The wind in my hair, the sun on my face, and my own muscles able to take me anywhere I want to go.blog comments powered by Disqus