Originally Posted by
DnvrFox
On my morning ride, watching two young boys about 8 or 9 zooming on their bikes in and around the trail, going off into the brush on the accompanying horse trail, having a ball.
That reminded me of me at that age.
I would hate to live in an area without kids.
They had helmets on, I didn't!
And yet you survived, as we did we all. How strange.
What takes me back? Wow, what doesn't, you know?
Like young Double Deuce, I live now where I grew up. Same house, in fact.
It's hard NOT to encounter something that puts me back somewhere in the past.
But, for me, the biggest thing is music. Any given song at any given time makes me a Billy Pilgrim.