DearMissMermaid
Well-known member
Oh my...
I think my inner child is creeping out of me in a very big way.
It started when Santa Claus brought me a shiny red bicycle 2 years ago. I just can't seem to leave it alone, I keep jazzing it up. It's my treasured toy!
In case you didn't realize it, I don't own a car, just this little old RV, my doggy and a bicycle.
So over time, I've added a front basket to my bike for my puppy dog and rear saddle baskets for his toys and treats.
I added a brass ding a ling bell to warn others, "Here I come, ready or not!"
I added streamers to my handle bars and a cup holder for my sippy water.
I bought some little slip-on Crocs for my feet and bike shorts in assorted colors to match my oversized tunics.
I put dried baby's breath flowers in my rear bike basket. I found a gold bow on the ground around Christmas time and stuck that on the rear fender.
One day recently I put my long hair in braids, put my puppy in his basket up front then rode around the campground on my shiny red bicycle for exercise.
A girl about 8 years old was standing at the edge of her campsite on the side of the road as I peddled by.
She smiled and waved then yelled at the top of her lungs "Look! Mommy! Daddy! Look! I want a bicycle JUST LIKE HERS!"
I think my inner child is creeping out of me in a very big way.
It started when Santa Claus brought me a shiny red bicycle 2 years ago. I just can't seem to leave it alone, I keep jazzing it up. It's my treasured toy!
In case you didn't realize it, I don't own a car, just this little old RV, my doggy and a bicycle.
So over time, I've added a front basket to my bike for my puppy dog and rear saddle baskets for his toys and treats.
I added a brass ding a ling bell to warn others, "Here I come, ready or not!"
I added streamers to my handle bars and a cup holder for my sippy water.
I bought some little slip-on Crocs for my feet and bike shorts in assorted colors to match my oversized tunics.
I put dried baby's breath flowers in my rear bike basket. I found a gold bow on the ground around Christmas time and stuck that on the rear fender.
One day recently I put my long hair in braids, put my puppy in his basket up front then rode around the campground on my shiny red bicycle for exercise.
A girl about 8 years old was standing at the edge of her campsite on the side of the road as I peddled by.
She smiled and waved then yelled at the top of her lungs "Look! Mommy! Daddy! Look! I want a bicycle JUST LIKE HERS!"