This letter had me stumped. There are many ‘Ks’ I’d like to write about, my brother Karl, his daughter Karla, my friend Kristen, my niece Kristen, my kids, God the King…. how to pick from some many important people in my life?
Rather than get anyone upset for choosing only one of the above I grabbed a key from youth and unlocked two memories.
Remember these? Or something similar? The first day of school and putting on a pair of Keds meant you would run faster and further than anyone. In my highschool it was ‘the thing’ to wear boys Keds if you were a girl. I loved those shoes. I had a pair of white ones. My boyfriend’s little brother grew super fast and I got his almost new shoes. They were my favorites and now I’m wondering if it was because the soles were thicker. My girly Keds didn’t have the same comfort and sense of adventure built into them. My Keds took me on hikes through Babler State Park, through the creek that runs through the park and even went on a few horseback rides. (Just to be safe Keds is a tradmarked name. I would have used that little symbol so you’d know that, but I have no clue how to make it.)
And then there is this small piece of metal that balances a bike. The kickstand. Many times I didn’t use this part of my bike. I enjoyed the thrill of riding fast, jumping off at my destination point and letting it crash. I’ve lived some of my life that way too, now I know to stay upright I need the balance God provides.
Summers and my bike cannot be separated in my memory. I didn’t go far, but I went a lot. I rode to Luanne, Debbie, Terry, Brenda and Gwen’s houses. Sometimes I just rode around the streets and thought of things that were good and not so good at home. It was my spaceship, airplane, travel machine and it still is. Except it’s been to hot to ride this summer.
What are some of your summer memories?
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posted by Diana Lesire Brandmeyer