What a way to learn how to ride a bike! Under drizzling rain with a bicycle with busted tires, no
bike helmet, no one to teach or assist....just plain, pure guts. I was 8 years old then and we were residing at Plaza Militar. Kids love to frolic under the rain and in those streets slightly inundated by rainwater. That’s what my brothers, sisters, playmates, and I usually did during heavy downpours, oblivious of the intermittent thunder and lightning, when we were not in school. Household eld...
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