When I first thought of this theme, I decided to focus on my first feeling of independence. Thinking about my experiences moving out, in college, moving back home, etc. could not capture that first feeling of independence, so I dove way back and thought about my bicycle. My bicycle and I were inseparable. I'd often just drop it off in the front yard ready instantly when I got back home to go back out again. Thank goodness I lived in a low-theft neighborhood. Sometimes, I'd perch my guinea pig on my shoulder or basket and ride with him out to the park to play. Obviously, I was an only child. So my bike riding excursions were important to me. I could get further than walking but I wasn't old enough to drive. We also had a grocery store near-by which allowed me to go, buy as much junk food as I could afford, load it onto my bike (sometimes two bags to a handlebar) and bike back home or out to my foresty-area to sit, think, and eat. I was lucky enough to live close to a school, (playground!) park, petting zoo, public pool, creek, grocery, books store, slushy palace, and a myriad of other stores/areas to make a girl feel independent. Since getting my drivers license, I have not biked as much, (but I still have a bike) but I still remember the fond memories of getting on my bike, going wherever I wanted, and often pushing the home-before-dark rule. To me, kids on bicycles are the essence of independence, and freedom.
Have you ever rode your bike up a hill, pushed off, and kicked up your feet while gliding down? It's a wonderful feeling of being all on your own, free in this beautiful world.