Friday, February 18, 2005

Hurrying to school on a bike. . .

One hand holding breakfast.

One stair railing sticking out into the sidewalk.

One brief moment on the sidewalk.

One skinned knee.

One bagel on the ground.

One amused bystander.

After riding my bike to school for seven months, I crash for the first time and strangely feel like a seven-year-old again.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

waaaahhhh!!!! we're all crying for you - sniff, sniff. Any bandaids there? we all went back to when you were seven years old too! hugs and kisses from all of us. your family

10:45 PM  

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