Ride Of My Life
Ride of my life I wanted a new Mary bicycle for Christmas. My parents didn't have much money so I didn't ask for an expensive model by name, anything would do. I didn't think they could go far wrong or could they? They did attempt to wrap it with some festive paper and ribbon. Unfortunately nothing could hide its bright bubble-gum pink, wicker shopping basket or step-through frame. I cringed as my parents proudly presented it to me in the garden. What could I say? It would have...