Thanks to Rita of Toltec Jewels for Jewel School Friends, for hosting this blog hop. Her hops are always such fun and very inclusive. You can follow her creative journey and buying sprees through her Flickr. The idea for this hop was to post anything we love about an element of summer. Not everything is about jewelry (shocking, I know) so I took a different route for this blog hop and thought about: what summer means to me; what my favorite summers were like; and what I think about when I think of summer. I have to say my answer was surprising even to me.
Bicycles! Should I count this as the element Air? Spirit? or be more literal, Metal? Summers were glorious as long as I had a bike. A bike meant freedom; the wind in your hair, and the road beneath your feet. Having over 2.5 months to ride, play and escape from my life. Yes, sometimes there was boredom too, but I had my bike. Sometimes I would disappear in the morning and not return until dusk. (It was a different time.) My bike took me to: meet friends; take bottles to the Jiffy Mart for the refund value so I could buy candy; explore parts of the island I hadn’t been to before; go pet the horses a few roads over; go look at the expensive houses further down Newfound Harbour Drive; go laugh at the houses being built on what used to be water; my favorite pine tree to climb so I could watch the world go by; and finally, hungry and tired, back to my house. Yes, I said island. After my parents’ divorce, I did spend time in both California and Florida for school, but when I think of my summers growing up, all I really remember is Merritt Island, Florida.
The sad thing is that I remember where I went on my bike(s) and not what they actually looked like. They remain locked in the tunnels of my mind. One had a basket. One was red. One was supposedly a boy’s bike.
With all the moving around, I don’t even know what happened to my last bike. I’d like to think after all the joy she gave me (yes, my bikes were female, because I distinctly remember doing daredevil stunts like wheelies and I could even fully rotate my handlebars while still cycling forward! No stupid boy bike could do that, I’m sure. Girls are cool) that she has retired and is living the good life, still giving joy to others.
I am hardly the first to join in the celebration of the bicycle.
Hmmm, maybe I should make some bicycle jewelry. Here’s some lovely pendants for inspiration.
Thank you for letting me indulge in my favorite childhood memories of summer. Please visit the other participants and see what they’ve shared.