More than any small-town girl ever dreamed of. It was mine! Fearless? Clueless? Who can tell the difference? I was 7 years old the first time I almost killed myself. When My friend thrust the top of the bike in my hands, I took it. My hands reached out to grab it without even thinking. Never mind that I’d never ridden a bike before except for a few shaky turns around Linda’s drive way. I don’t remember the flight — or the landing. Except they were picking gravel out of my face for the next three days.
Theme music: fearless or clueless.
Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference.