Remembering Papa's High frame Bicycle In School Days

Many are aware bicycle is for exercise but that's is not the case for we who grows in the rural area. Those of us who was born and brought up from the village find bicycle very important as a means of transportation. You'll not understand the kind of life in the village until we tell you. We have low class people with low money, we have poor road network and other village matters. Having bad road network with track on them is not the so called reason why we value transporting ourselves and goods with bicycle but it's the only way we can save cost. To live in the village, we must be able to manage little resources we gained from farming, trading, and many others.

During my nursery, and primary school days, my father is not rich nor poor to extent. He's of average but don't like to spend money unnecessarily. His management with money and other valuable life resources pushed us into the state of using bicycle for school. Anytime we are ready for school, my father will carry me and my younger sister on the back sit of his high frame bicycle to school. On our way with my papa bicycle, I and my kid sister used to enjoy the ride and my father's company. He normally tell us stories about how he wish us to rich and successful with life.

To tell this story of my father's high frame bicycle is something that made me more happier with my children. I was looking for an old family picture we took years ago. I was unable to see where my parents reserved them. You know what, I meet my father and asked him about the old family picture. My father told me he dropped them at his backyard. Going in search of the picture at my father's backyard, I saw where he parked an old bicycle he normally carry us to school. The bicycle reflected my brain with such a playable life. I lifted up the bicycle, clean it with water, greece areas of the bicycle.

Bringing and cleaned up the bicycle, I rushed in side my own house, bring out a bag and load it with materials. I fixed the bag on the back of my father's high frame bicycle using a rope. Looking at the bicycle, the old memories of my father conveying I and my younger sister to school was all I was thinking and not more. Old good memories with our family is what will keep us united. After the whole drama I acted with my father's high frame bicycle, I went back to his room and thanked him for being the best father. We all had a nice day as a family.