I took a deep breath and watch a painful scenery — dump truck’s coming My old bike was taken to the dumpster. It’s all broken and cannot be repaired.
We have done a lot of things to reconstruct it. Brakes and handlebars are just easy to replace. But the body itself is rusty and can’t go with new parts– it can’t hold on anymore–
We have such good memories together– Riding bicycle in the neighborhood in the midnight escaping the chores. Such unforgettable memories — being chased with angry dogs Jajaja — so ironic.
It’s my grandad’s bike — my childhood treasure, but since it’s not useful anymore as long as I want to keep it.
It just sits there for quite long now I think it’s almost 12 years.
I have learned a lot from previous experiences — Personally, It would be really hard to learn to let go of something that you have. What if it is something you never had in the first place– This bike was never mine– It wasn’t given to me — It was my grand dad’s bike given to my brother after my brother’s death — I ask my parents to have it.
It was never mine — But I claimed it as personal property.
Just a thought — sounds silly to share things like this but — It’s not about the bike itself It’s the memories I’m holding on too.