@brittarnhild
I was ten when I learned to bicycle. A bicycle on your tenth birthday was a common gift when I grew up. I still remember mine. It was blue, and designed to be for girls. The one on the picture is not mine, it is a boy´s, if I remember correct it belonged to one of my cousins.
I learned to bike this day. On my cousin´s bicycle. With my uncle running behind to help me keep the balance.
The first time on two wheels. Wind in your hair. To master something you have dreamed about for a long time.
You can see it in my eyes that I am ready to explore the world. To conquer it.
Grandpa Johannes and grandma Ragna Josefine.
Everybody say I look like grandma.
I love that.
Grandpa was a headmaster and he and grandma lived in a small apartment in one of the old school building. We were many cousins, and we had a whole school to play in. An old classroom was up in the attic over the apartment. We kids were sent there during family partis when we started to make too much noise.
The school yard was perfect for biking.
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My brother Børge is sorting through old family photos.
I am taken down memory lane.
In the coming days and weeks there will be more memory lane detour posts.
