One hot afternoon, I was lying on a bed with my siblings and our mother was beside on an old-timey radio. “Take me to your heart, take me to your soul, give me your hand before I’m old. Show me what love is, haven’t got a clue, show me that wonders can be true”. Yeah, I am singing while I am typing these lyrics. You want to why? This song was always playing on that radio as a lullaby. Also, this kind of song is my mother’s cup of tea. Anyway, every afternoon, 1 o’clock to be exact, my siblings and I must sleep for hours. They said that if we sleep for hours, we will grow rapidly and I think that scenario is a culture adaptation. Besides, it aims good because sleeping is necessary.
An hour had passed by, my eyes were still alive, moving and staring the fined brown-bamboo upwardly. Hmm, that moment, I was thinking riding a bicycle. Riding a bicycle is my favorite hobby. During childhood, I had always a chance to ride my grandfather’s bicycle. A few moments, silence was dominating. I slowly walked throughout the bed and escape for a while. I grabbed the bicycle and rode it cheerfully.
As the moment I touched the steering wheel, my feet were eventually kicked the pedal. The smile on my face was unimaginably. I was like in a cloud nine, the bicycle lifts me on the ground and spin me around. I was overwhelmed that time because I finally did what my heart desires. The time was approaching and it seemed I must go back home. While I was heading off, I was out balanced resulting a wound on my left knee. What came up on my mind first? My mother’s angry face.
Three houses far from the house, adrenaline rush was running all over the boy. Nervousness was the main emotion I’d felt while walking. I came back home safely and the bicycle was resting beside the malunggay tree. Out of nowhere, I cried because I had a wound that would surely annoy the mood of the house. My mother was standing on the kitchen with annoyance, “where have you been? She asked. “I rode tatang’s bicycle (tatang is the common term for lolo or grandfather)” I answered. She deeply sighed. “Sorry Ma, if I escaped from sleeping and rode the bicycle. I fell on the ground and my left knee was wounded.” I added. The moment she saw the wound, she grasped my hand and cleansed it with soap and running water. I was terribly anxious that she will trample her anger on me, gladly it wasn’t.
Riding a bicycle is one of my favorite things to do ever since. Aside from it is eco-friendly, it is less hassle and helps our body to increase cardiovascular fitness, muscle strength, flexibility and strengthen the immune system to fight diseases.
Ride safe!
Love, molivs ❤️
