I remember when I was a kid, I used to ride a bicycle in one fine afternoon or Saturday morning. Just to enjoy the breeze, feel the wind on my face, see how fast I could push those pedals forward before my leg got cramping out from exhaustion.
I remember I imagined it as an adventure, took new routes, discovered new things and met people I never met.
I remember it was good, delightful.
And I kinda miss how I enjoy things like when I was a kid. I miss cherishing simple moments like I used to be. I miss laughing for little things.
I hope I haven’t forget how it works.