Bike Ride

I was this five years old girl on her pink bicycle. We were in my village and there was this slight hill in front of my grandparents’ house. I saw my older siblings go down the hill on their bikes and all I wanted was to do the same. They warned me because it was obvious I would get myself hurt, even I knew it. Still, I waited until no one was around and drove down, a fragile girl on a baby bike with no brakes. I felt so happy going down the tilted road, free and fearless, like what used to race through my imagination watching birds and butterflies. Well until the bike kept going unstoppably to then crash and break into pieces.. and I was there, too, with scratched elbows and bruised knees; I started crying and screaming. This is the highlight of that day still vivid in my memory. But the thing is, looking back now and then I realize that over 19 years life changed so many things about me. It may have changed my pink color fever but it hasn’t made the slightest touch on my stubborn personality. I’ve never accepted being told the consequences of doing something insane, I had to try it myself and I still do. But now, the naive child in me is dead. What would I do at this moment in the same situation? I asked myself. The answer was a crystal clear vision in my head. I would go down that hill all over again, but this time, I will make sure my bike has strong brakes.