My First Bike Had a Wooden Wheel

A Tale Of Lost Freedom

What we lose when we become adults isn’t just innocence, but a certain type of freedom that innocence provides.

Old bicycle.
An old bike, but not old enough! Photo by Ravi Sharma on Unsplash

It’s true. My first bicycle had a wooden rim. I was nine when I acquired my first bike in trade for hours worked. My uncle and I cleaned out a barn for a friend of my grandmother’s. The woman had just bought the building, which was an…

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Kevin J Fellows

Kevin J Fellows

Writer & Poet of speculative fantasy. Author of the novel At the End of the World. Stories & poetry in SFF publications you know. kevinjfellows.com

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