Amen. Although I still have a tiny piece of something black stuck in my shin from learning to ride a bike on our cinder driveway. Maybe we should say, “Life is like learning to ride a bicycle because you never forget the lessons you learned. You can always get back on and remember how to ride.”
On second thought, that little piece of black in my shin might have been from the time my brother Steve stuck me with a pencil and the tip broke off. It was a long time ago. Just like coal heat and cinders. The world keeps on moving.
Good morning, everyone!