I have a vivid memory of a younger me riding my mustard yellow bike with flowered banana seat, basket, and bell, barefoot, in a bathing suit down the hill outside my house. While it's not exactly the safest sounding activity, it was fun and it was how I spent most of my summertime when I wasn't playing soccer or near some body of water somewhere. It was the 80's and it was what we all did. My neighborhood was full of kids and hence, full of bikes. I think that growing up in the suburbs, riding bikes was our first chance at real independence and freedom and it was awesome. We rode everywhere: to each other's houses, around the block, and eventually, when we were old enough, to the pond down the street. Our parents trusted us to go in groups and they trusted that when we were out of eyesight, the other parents in the neighborhood were looking out for us. It makes me sad that kids nowadays aren't afforded those same freedoms and opportunities. Sure, they can still ride bikes in their driveways and with their parents, but it's not the same as going off in a group of your friends to your secret forts or spots from dawn to dusk on a summer day. The world is a different, scarier place for parents and they have to take precautions. I understand it, but I just feel bad for today's kids because those are some of my most cherished days and memories. The bike in this photo is so reminiscent of those old bikes we used to ride and of the freedom of summers past, I wanted to relive those days in a quick post with all of you.