I always follow straight lines. Just like other kids, I also tried riding a bicycle when I was young. It was exhilarating! The wind would lift my hair from my nape, the sun would dry up my sweat and burn my arms while my feet wouldn't stop from pedaling. It was a wonderland, until the security guard from the bank would approach me and ward me off since I'm on a private property. I'm on the bank's parking lot. But I like riding my bike there, it's perfect. Darn Manong Guard! So, as I scurry away from the bank, I would throw the man a killing stare, not that it affects him. He's already busy opening doors anyway. So I went there again the following day, and the next day and the following day after the next day until the Manong Guard grew tired of my presence there and left me to enjoy my wonderland. But we moved to a new house, that ended my beautiful biking days. Looking back, I remember three reasons why I love biking at the back of the bank's office. One, I have the place to myself (yeah, because other kids would usually play at Balagtas, a park near our house). Two, the road's a cement not an asphalt and three, I could roam free inside the parking area's four corners without worrying about other kids that I might run down with my bike or other kids that might borrow my bike from me. As I told you before, we moved and that ended my beautiful biking days but until now, I never learned to turn left nor right on a bike. I am telling you, I always follow straight lines. I am so afraid of falling flat on the ground. That's why I didn't want to ride together with other kids at Balagtas because I once borrowed a friend's bike and I fell hard on my face. I was quite tall for my age then (but never got taller.. xD) and was rumored to be always on top of my class. Everybody has high hopes on me. When I rode that bike, turned and fell, it was really painful but what's more painful was their laughter. So I think from then on, I hated responsibilities. Just like how I hated turning left or right on my bike. Turning always make me feel like falling so what I do every time I need to go back to the other end of the lot is dismount my bike, drag it to face the right direction then ride it again. It's that simple. I felt safer that way. So thus, my working days came. I've never really given thoughts of my bike riding days until recently. My attitude towards work reminded me of my riding habits. Alas, until now, I still follow straight lines, get off my bike when I'm faced to the wall, turn my back from it then ride again. A never ending bicycle circus. Right at this very moment, my heart's beating really fast, wanting to prove that I can turn without getting off. That I can face the wall then turn from it gracefully. I keep imagining that it will be like looking back to somebody who belittled you while flipping your hair, thinking: "O ha, ano ka ngayon?" Well, that speech was me, maybe you can think of a better line to say. :D So there, no more getting off Essie-hime, just pedaling. And turning. Sigh. ... ... ... Here goes nothing. *closes eyes*
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