For @daily.prompt/4-november-2026-freewriters-community-daily-writing-prompt-day-3277-my-first-bicycle
My first bicycle. Is it the one I remember. Black and green. Surely a mountain bike. Rubber grip with those striations, those lines, those grooves. I remember streamers but that seems false. It surely wasn't the one I was riding when I fell after hitting that pothole on jay road. I remember a parking lot and my dad and riding in circles a lot. I do remember riding in circles in a parking lot and how free and easy that was compared with trying to ride on the gravel in the sloped driveway. There was so much room in a parking lot that I could have fun. It felt very special. Parking lots in L.A. are full. This one was mostly empty. I also don't know if that was my first bike or if these are even false memories. False false. Who knows.
My mind started to wander. It's running away. Is this fatigue? ADHD or I just got to the end of a memory and started thinking again. Finding my way back to the words. Bicycle memories. Rotating like a wheel. Bicycle memories. Feeling myself thinking about all the thoughts I've had instead of bicycle memories. My kid has a bike now, but doesn't yet know how to ride. I was thinking about parking lots. And just... How do you start? We can go to the park after school today. Maybe go
P.S. Punday Monday is on hiatus.