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Myself as a baby and my dad about to go on a bike ride.

Myself as a baby and my dad about to go on a bike ride.

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There is a little baby girl, new to this big, bright world around her. Her and her father sit on a bike with big smiles. Her father is tall, dark tan skinned man with a beard and moustache. The two loved to take evening bike rides around the neighborhood. This particular photo was taken in the late fall of the early two-thousands. The back garage light is giving light to the property of the suburb around them. The woman taking the picture, my mother, tried her best to get my attention toward the camera. The three of us were a small family outside my hometown of Peru, Indiana. The house was yellow and giving off the glow of youth and joy. Soon this little girl would grow to the age of four and get her world rocked by a little sister.

I would love to go back and watch one day of my simple life. I had nothing to worry about or fear, for I didn’t know those were real. My world was my parents, family, and my church. Sadly, the farthest back I can remember is to when my sister was born. Since I was a baby in the photo, I can imagine thinking about a bird flying by, of course I wouldn’t had known what it was, so sight of it must have amazed me. Perhaps I was thinking about my dog wandering around in the front yard. Chipper, named after Atlanta Braves third baseman “Chipper” Jones, always had my attention, for whatever reason being. Of course, it might have been that I was thinking about and getting irritated by my ladybug helmet on my head and strapped under my little chin. I was never fond of helmets when I was little, and to this day, I refuse to put one on.

The man in the picture, my father, was and still is one to multitask and think of multiple solutions. My father is a teacher, but in the picture he was just starting out his job and supporting his wife and little girl. He was probably thinking about the setting sun and how if they didn’t get going on the ride soon, the visibility would be greatly decreased. Or perhaps he was thinking about his wife taking the picture. How he loved her very much and wanted to do his best to support her, their daughter, and every other responsibility coming up. Another thing he could be thinking about could be what would happen the next day. If you didn’t see him at home, he was out at Peru High School, the baseball field, or working construction on yet another house to make sure that the future was going to be stable for the people he loved. I greatly appreciate my father and the time I get to spend with him.

Looking back on this photo, I feel a little sad. Why though? My parents are still here and happily married, my sister I got long after the picture is one of my best friends, and every opportunity I have had has been something I’ve enjoyed. Well, unknown to the three in the picture, my mom’s dad, my Papa, would get cancer and go to heaven and send me Papa kisses, my freckles, during warm summer and fall day. Chipper would die by getting hit by a car and have to be buried that same night with the girls having school the next day. At the age of eight, my whole would would be flipped due to the fact we moved houses from my forever home of Peru to the outskirts of Onward.  I have grown up a lot since the picture and I will be seventeen on November 15. My sister is thirteen now and so fun and energetic. I wouldn’t change anything right now or go back to the simple days. Just like my father says, “Babe, I have told you this since you have been able to walk, speak, and understand what I have said. You control you. Nobody else can make decisions for you. My only priorities are you, your sister, and your mom.” I try to live by those words every day and will tell my children that. I honor those words and have remembered them through all my sixteen years.

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