I don’t remember how old I was, but it was a long time ago. About eleven or twelve years now, but my grandpa and I used to go on long bike-rides all the time. He was the one who taught me how to ride and he also taught me chess.
Anyway, he had this eye-doctor he had to go see once, which was a good few miles away from my house. We rode our bikes all the way there and back so he could get new glasses, which baffled my mom since there were a lot of hills involved(and I hate them almost as much as stairs). But somehow we managed, even though I don’t remember it too well. I haven’t ridden that far since he died, or really touched a bike for that matter. xD
My grandpa was a great man. I wish I could talk about him more. The only sad part is I can barely remember him. Since that time of my life is pretty much locked under a fog that I don’t really want to go digging through.
At least I can remember a few of our bike rides. That makes me happy. ^^