Christmas of 1954 was a day I will always remember. Next to the tree was a new shiny black Western Flyer. I no longer had to walk to school every day, but could ride! However, it took a while before my mom felt my cycling skills were developed well enough for this significant event. After pleading for what seemed like an eternity, I caught her on a good morning and she said OK. Only one caveat – she was going … Continue reading Tough love