Bicycle

When I saw my wife’s bicycle, I remembered my childhood. When I was an elementary school student, my mother used to take my sister and me to a grocery store in the next town. We lived in a rural area, so there  were no grocery stores where you could buy inexpensive groceries. My family was not so rich, so she used to go to the grocery store every weekend. She put my sister on the back of her bicycle, and I rode my own bicycle. It was hard work to my mother and me. I talked about that to my mother the other day. She replied, “You must be joking!” She seemed to have forgotten about it.