Friday, June 6

1981 - Distant Memory
My brother and a boy from accross the street built a dirt-bike out of spare parts for me. This was replacing my first bike, which was a hand-me-down that had solid rubber tires and the body had flared metal which at the time I thought resembled a gas tank on a motorcycle. This one they built was blue and red and had big fat black MAG wheels (meaning, no spokes, just 4 or 5 large bands of plastic). My mom was going to pay them $25 for it, so we went to the bank and got the cash. We pulled up to our house in our VW Van. I saw David and my brother on our front porch so I stuck my head out the window and yelled his name. When their attention was drawn our way, I grabbed the 25 $1 bills in one hand, upright, and fluttered my other hand over the top, as if to say “look what I have, I’m rich!"). My mom didn’t appreciate that, in fact she somewhat scolded me.