A Moment of Childhood Nostalgia

This week I got the awesome chance to relive a few moments of childhood.  Once upon a time, I had this go-cart.  All of my friends in my class would come over in the afternoons after school, and we would ride for HOURS.  Recently, my stepdad fixed the go-cart--I don't remember what broke it--but my nephews have been riding it.  I got to ride it by myself for a few minutes.  It was incredible.  I can remember so much about it:  the sounds, the speed, the wind hitting my face.  The same day, I went on a bike ride.  I can't tell you how much I used to ride my bike when I was little.  Well, first I had to learn HOW to ride the bike.  I'll never forget my parents behind me pushing the bike when my training wheels were first taken off.    One time when they let go, I busted my lip on a holly bush.  Ouch.  Anywho, once I finally and painfully learned how to ride a bike, there was no stopping me.  My cousin Robyn and I would ride everywhere at the lake in the summertime.  We pretended that we were the ones saving the world--the "Cool Kids" we called ourselves.  Our parents would fish while we saved the world from crime on our hero mobiles--aka the bikes.  One time we were riding down the hill at Enid and we wanted to switch bikes.  Now mind you, Robyn was a good 6 inches taller than I was.  My bike was the kind where you pedal backwards to stop and hers was the pull brakes on the handle bars.  So we went flying down the hill and of course I couldn't stop.  So I hit a tree, really hard.  It hurt then but it's really quite hilarious now thinking back on it.  I was such a moron.  Moments of childhood nostalgia are the greatest.  It takes you back to the simple things in life.  It makes you realize what brings you the most pleasure, and it's always the simple things.