Bike riding

I had an eighth birthday and it was my first bike I ever got.  I just wanted to ride it, like all day long for some reason or other or maybe for some good reason or other, I couldn’t ride my bike and I don’t remember which reason and on my birthday I got all emotional and freaked out about my bike because I feel like I couldn’t ride it anytime I want and I can’t remember much about it, or the reason but when I settled down I had fun riding my bike.  I used to ride my bike to watch them build houses right over our fence from Marble Drive and I had fun riding my bike.  There were times when I used to fall off my bike and get hurt.  I got emotional in such a way that I didn’t feel like riding home with my bike.  And I used to walk home and leave my bike at the new houses because I fell off my bike and got hurt.  It would have been more wise if I’d come home with my bike even though I fell off of my bike even though I didn’t feel like coming home with it.  And you used to take me to look for my bike.  Like I said I could have come home with my bike, walk home with it at least instead of you going to all that trouble to help me look for my bike.  And finally you got tired of me giving you the trouble about helping me with my bike and leaving it there that you decided that you were going to give my first bike to Joseph.  And finally, Joseph got his own bike for his birthday.  When we were at camp I used to ride my bike camping at Yosemite.  Way way back in the 70’s.  A year later, you got me a new bike on my 9 birthday.  And once you got me a new bike, you gave the first bike you got me to Joseph.  And on the 13th of July, I rode my bike without telling you where I was going so I got grounded from it for a time or so.  I used to ride along Davison drive when I was 9 which is too young to ride my bike there unless there is an adult with me to watch or someone you can trust to watch.  And then in 1982 through 1984 I used to ride my bike on dirt bumps and then I had lots of fun riding my bike on dirt bumps.  And then there was a time when I was running down and fell and hit my head and got hurt bad like back in 1982 or 83.  This time I don’t think I left my bike there like I used to and was wise to come back with it instead of you having to come down with me to find it.  And I once a few times I rode my bike to the fair grounds from Marble Drive to watch my brothers play baseball and I had lots of fun there and when I rode my bike home I got home like 3 minutes before you and dad got home in the van.  Three minutes at the very max before you got home.  And then I got a mountain bike for Christmas and I rode my bike and told you where I was going so you won’t have to worry in the end of 1996 and I ride my bike to Church unless it rains now these days.  And when I rains, I ride in the car with you so I don’t ruin my suit.  And that’s my story.