Until we meet again, until we meet again
Thus sweet memories come back to me
Bringing fresh remembrance of the past
Dearest one, yes, thou are mine own
From the true love shall ne'er depart
Another shot of Bobby playing Creepy Doodoohead to my Row-goo/Rogue. I'm the cute-ish child on the bicycle, still looking a bit like Tooter the Turtle.
I had the boy's bike complete with "gas" tank - I thought that bike was super (though we did not use words like super back in the days of yore). The only bad thing about that bicycle was falling on the bike and slamming my crotch into the gas tank. I swear all I have to do is think about that and I hurt all over again.
My sister had a girl's bike, no gas tank, painted pink. She was more of a girlie girl. My parents may have been slightly disappointed that I was not born a boy. But that's okay. They tried again and got 3 boys. Next time practice birth control!
From the looks of this photo, I was the only Hawaiian in our family. I remember while growing up, and even in high school, I would occasionally be asked my nationality because my eyes were somewhat slanted though since I grew up with these eyes, I never gave them much thought. In my high school english class, one boy asked me if I were Japanese? (This is a true story - I know you don't believe me.) Japanese?! And I said, "No (idiot!), I'm Caucasian."
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You exotic thing, you! You could have told that boy in high school that you were from the Orient.
Oh, wait, high school was all about fitting in, not being exotic, wasn't it?
I coveted my friend's BMX while I was stuck with a denim-themed girl bike. My bike nearly shattered over our bike ramps while friend's bike was strong and sturdy with a soft landing.
Otherwise, I was the son-daughter in my family too. My older bro was 11-yrs older, and all of his chores got passed down to me while my older sister, "the princess" sat at the dining room table and gossiped with my mother. I should have learned to gossip better.
Keep the pics and stories coming. I love little POD, and am enamored with her super blond hair.
Oh. I always thought you were Chinese. I think it's the hair.
*snort*
Hmmm... my son currently has a purple & turquiose bike with a basket on the front that says "active girl" spelled out in pink flowers. He picked it out himself. Seriously. So I love your boy bike! I once fell crotch-first on a bowling pin (just don't ask) and can totally relate to your pain. Men do NOT have a monopoly on hurt in that area!
PS> My "word verification" is sucka! Are you trying to tell me something?
I loved my pink Huffy with the plastic streamers...I was a girly-girl like your sister. I'll have to look up who Tooter the Turtle is, but you were definitely cute. It's neat to have an interesting background and/or ethnic mix, though not when you're in grade school!
By the way, I want to talk to you on Good Reads about Lit by Mary Karr. I noticed you're reading it and I might want to read it, too, after I get through the first two books. It looks interesting.
Jennifer
I was the tomboy in the family, and would have none of that "girls bike" nonsense. (Though I'm not sure what a "gas tank" is.) I always got boys bikes, and still recall my stingray with the banana seat with great fondness.
And I love all these old pictures!
beautiful witty eyes..
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