The trike ride
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When I was young my older brother rode a two-wheeler bicycle. My cousin rode a two-wheeler bicycle with training wheels (you know, the two little wheels on either side of the rear wheel that helped the rider remain erect). I rode what I remember to be a large red tricycle. My brother and cousin could go like the wind on their bikes. I could not, nor could I access as many places. Years later I am still pedaling that tricycle in an attempt to keep pace, but alas I cannot. Oddly my journey seems as fulfilling. It must not be where you go or how fast you get there, but rather just that you were.
-Xuoriat
