I went for a bike ride tonight, around my neighbourhood - brought back some old memories. Being a kid with a bike, is like being and adult with a car. You are given so much freedom. My brother and I would literally leave at 10am or so, and not come home until it got dark - even then sometimes we didn't come home until the next day because we slept over at someones house. Mark and I used to go bike riding all the time in the summer time. Hanging out at Flurry park; if you would wait at the right moment, a small fog would start to form - just at knee height.

I miss those days.

(I wrote that little blurb yesterday day!)

I washed the car today, and started getting prepped for trip to Cottage on Friday.

Meh! I don't feel like writing anymore.

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