Reminiscing: Dirt Bike Rider

There are many, many things I like about living in the city. The question, of course, came up when Wendy and I were starting to look for houses -- city or country. Each has their own pros and cons. I grew up in the city, while Wendy grew up in the country. Ultimately, it came down to opportunities for any children we would have. We loved the idea of having neighborhood friends for kids to hang out with. For Wendy, there were not a lot of kids living on her street, and the road was just a bit too busy for kids to walking up and down the shoulders. Another consideration was was ability for our kids to walk to a neighborhood school rather than ride a bus all day. (We no longer have this luxury, but that’s a discussion for another day.)

Reminiscing: Let the Music Do the Talking

At some point in every child’s life, they want to be like their parents. A boy will want to be just like his first hero -- his dad. Likewise for little girls. They want to be just like their mothers. Somewhere along the line, that idea slowly fades away and each child becomes their own person. Still, no matter how hard we try to not be like our mothers or our fathers, there’s always a little bit of that parent shining through. It’s only natural. Almost every moment of our formative years are spent with our parents. We try to emulate them, and they are our first guides to moving through life.

Age Is Just a Number

Sometimes in my daily adventures on the internet, I run across something that I feel should be shared because of just how great it is. In a world full of miserableness and hate, we need something to make us smile. Growing up around motorcycles, this one caught my attention as soon as I saw it.