On my fifth birthday I got my beloved pink bicycle. Here I am, riding around the old neighbourhood in PA, wearing a cute dress with ugly shoes, a crooked smile, perfect skin, and a sweet face. This bike was my first taste of freedom and I wouldn't know that feeling again until I learned to drive and got my license some fourteen years later.
Sunday, April 21, 2024
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