There Is Nothing Like Flying Over The Handlebars Of A Schwinn by Ted Sheridan

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There Is Nothing Like Flying Over The Handlebars Of A Schwinn

___I can remember when I was a boy
how much fun it was to throw dirt clogs
and play with wart frogs instead of girls
___It was okay for a boy to be a boy
to ride a Schwinn bike without a helmet
down the steepest hill in the neighborhood
with your feet up on the handlebars was cool
not anyone's idea of dangerous or irresponsible
___There were trees to climb instead of hug
___There were forts to defend with cap guns and boyish honor
___There was the liberty of being free to be a kid
with the occasional intrusion of spinach....broccoli...or a bath....
___ Life for me technically ended at age eleven........

2007 ©Ted Sheridan

Ted Sheridan

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Dee Daffodil (3/1/2007 2:19:00 PM)
I also flew over handlebars, though I don't think it was a Schwinn...I wound up flying down a rocky bank. Thanks for that...ouch...memory!
Hugs,
Dee

THE LAST REMNANT OF SANITY BIDS YOU ADIEU (3/1/2007 9:54:00 AM)
I, as well, flew over the handlebars of my own 'pink' Schwinn, Ted. Great nostalgic piece!

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