
Dear Humans,
Yesterday I saw a little girl riding her training-wheeled bike to the park when she hit a curb and came to an abrupt stop. Her mom had to pick up the entire apparatus–bike and rider both–and lift them up over the curb.
And it made me think of my childhood hometown where my friends and I would ride our bikes all over. We had a shared map of all the best curbs and cutouts to use as ramps for our Huffys. And we’d catch “big” air and felt for sure we’d win the X Games if only ESPN knew our names.
Our obstacles as beginners become the stepping stones to making us great. (Though sometimes our mommies would have to tend to our wounds after wipeouts.)
Sincerely,
Mr. Curt








