|
AGE: 28
i learn to ride a bicycle at the ripe age of 28. this was a dark secret
of mine for many years. i even fabricated a revisionist childhood history
in which my father never had time to teach me such "childish" things (a
la "cat's in the cradle"). recently, i asked my father why he never pursued
bike training with me. his response: "after your first try, you just refused
to get back on the bike again. you were really adamant about it." i liked
my story better, frankly.
|