I remember riding my bike with my best friends
the way wind blew in my face
and how nice the day was
I remember the sounds of the tires over the ground
like exploding fireworks
The handle bars in my hands
like a rocket preparing for take off
I remember the trees and cars passing by
how the green leaves caught my eye
Each time I recall this memory it brings me back to my old neighborhood
peddling fast with my best friends
I cant believe its been three years
