Journaling:
One of my first childhood memories is of learning to ride my bike. Dad was helping with some job or other at my aunty and uncle’s newly built house for a few days. They lived in a cul de sac so I guess it was safer for me to learn there than in the street in front of our house. There were a few falls but by the end of the day I was showing him proudly how I could ride by myself.
Anna, this is so so sweet.. what a fantastic and special memory you have.. oh my I remember scraped knees when I started to ride my bike! I love the wonderful papers and goodies you used to document your special childhood memory and I love the precious b/w photo of you riding.. how wonderful! Thank you for playing along with Nicole's June Slow Scrap!
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