Every kid has this dream. They go to the sporting goods store and they see it. It’s the bicycle of their dreams. I am no different. When I was young, I, too, saw the bike I wanted. It was at Dobby’s Sporting Goods at Finch and Yonge in Willowdale.
Oh, how I wanted that bike. It was so shiny and beautiful. Every time I passed the window, I would look in to see if it was gone. I imagined all of the adventures I would have pedalling it everywhere. We would race around my world, as I knew it, up and down steep hills with the wind rushing into my face and through my hair. Of course, my bike would be the best, faster than the others. I would ride it forever.
I could feel it, hold it, and I would say taste it, but I’m not sure if that image works well with a bike.
The fairytale ending to this story, at least the television version of it, is that the father of the boy goes into the store the night before Christmas and buys the bike for his son. The next morning the lad comes bounding down the staircase and stops dead in the tracks when he sees the shiny, new bike under the tree.
Guess what? It never happened to me, YET! As I said in another story, my actual bike was made from the parts of about three others. It got me where I needed to go. It wasn’t that fast. It had only one speed.
That doesn’t mean that I have given up my dream. I still want that bike in the window. There is still a part of the little boy left in me that believes that fairytales can come true. There is still a part of me that expects one morning to come down the staircase and find that shiny new bike and know that it is mine to keep forever.
It reminds me of the song Young at Heart, my favourite version done by Jimmy Durante.
Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you
If you're young at heart
For it's hard, you will find, to be narrow of mind
If you're young at heart
You can go to extremes with impossible schemes
You can laugh when your dreams fall apart at the seams
And life gets more exciting with each passing day
And love is either in your heart or on its way
Don't you know that it's worth every treasure on Earth
To be young at heart
For as rich as you are it's much better by far
To be young at heart
And if you should survive to 105
Look at all you'll derive out of being alive
Then here is the best part
You have a head start
If you are among the very young at heart
Oh, how I wanted that bike. It was so shiny and beautiful. Every time I passed the window, I would look in to see if it was gone. I imagined all of the adventures I would have pedalling it everywhere. We would race around my world, as I knew it, up and down steep hills with the wind rushing into my face and through my hair. Of course, my bike would be the best, faster than the others. I would ride it forever.
I could feel it, hold it, and I would say taste it, but I’m not sure if that image works well with a bike.
The fairytale ending to this story, at least the television version of it, is that the father of the boy goes into the store the night before Christmas and buys the bike for his son. The next morning the lad comes bounding down the staircase and stops dead in the tracks when he sees the shiny, new bike under the tree.
Guess what? It never happened to me, YET! As I said in another story, my actual bike was made from the parts of about three others. It got me where I needed to go. It wasn’t that fast. It had only one speed.
That doesn’t mean that I have given up my dream. I still want that bike in the window. There is still a part of the little boy left in me that believes that fairytales can come true. There is still a part of me that expects one morning to come down the staircase and find that shiny new bike and know that it is mine to keep forever.
It reminds me of the song Young at Heart, my favourite version done by Jimmy Durante.
Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you
If you're young at heart
For it's hard, you will find, to be narrow of mind
If you're young at heart
You can go to extremes with impossible schemes
You can laugh when your dreams fall apart at the seams
And life gets more exciting with each passing day
And love is either in your heart or on its way
Don't you know that it's worth every treasure on Earth
To be young at heart
For as rich as you are it's much better by far
To be young at heart
And if you should survive to 105
Look at all you'll derive out of being alive
Then here is the best part
You have a head start
If you are among the very young at heart
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