Well hello there. I won't mention my summer absence, if you don't.
Here's a story about a bike. She cost my parents around $300. She was their gift to me for Christmas, 1986. I remember the first time I sat on her. I've always thought she was a beauty.
Two years ago, I gave her away. I thought she wasn't an island girl. I was wrong.
She's come home to me. Still mine. I love her.
In her heart, she's always been an island girl. Just waiting for me to realise.