Autography (Part I Chapter 4)

Wednesday, August 6, 2003
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Girls I do not believe the sexes are equal, but I KNOW they are balanced. There are many things a woman can do that a man cannot. An easy example is bearing children, but I would like to point out that psychologically we are nowhere near the same. Some of this stems from our physiological differences, but there is a large package of genes that women use in their cellular processes that no man will ever possess (lest the "scientists" pervert our gene pool to such an extreme). We are different, but we complement each other. --------------------------------- Since David was often juggled between grandmas and godfathers, it was hard to settle into a good friendship. So, my best friend was the girl down the street. I cannot recall her name for some reason. When I got a bicycle for my birthday her daddy immediately got her one so that we could ride together. She took the initiative to have her daddy take her training wheels off, so I had to have mine off, too (naturally). I must have tried for a whole hour (surely a record, for attentiveness, to this date) to ride; falling down a total of six times. The next day my brother and his friends were out riding, so I tried to join them. I remember being upset that they wouldn't wait for me to figure it out, but I got some great advice from a female friend of his. She said that she couldn't get going unless she started down a hill. I was too scared to try it, so they left me there to pout. I'm uncertain how long it took me to work up the courage, but the moment I found my forth artex becomes a fulcrum my mind uses to become any machine that I touch. I launched forward and REFLEXIVELY jerked the handlebars left then right and caught enough speed to stay up. Holding on for dear life I rode all the way down the hill. I believe I ran into a curb to stop. I couldn't quite coordinate the steering and pedaling together. I have remarkable balance. I ran the bike all the way home (keep in mind when your eyes are less than three feet from the ground a block is a mile long). Mama got the camera and this time I pushed off from the curb and PEDALED across the street (with much wobbling), turned around, and pushed off from the other curb to ride back. There are two pictures and we still have them. Live to Ride Ride to Live
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