- April 13, 2013
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When I was in fourth grade, riding a bike was pretty much the high point of a warm, sunny day. And when you live in a small town pre-internet, pre-cell phone, pre-cable, it was sometimes the only way to celebrate a warm, sunny day.
My purple bike, with its banana seat and wicker basket, was pretty much my best friend. One of my other best friends back then was Denise, who had an awesome pine...