* I’m sharing memories I have. Memories are like personal stories. My mind is thus full of stories I want to get out before they are lost forever. Some are happy, some funny, some sad, but none should be forgotten. Plus they will hopefully provide ore insight to my poetry maybe even inspire more.*
Trust issues. Everybody has them to some degree. I can remember the first time I had my trust broken and it taught me a very important life lesson that still rings true: nothing lasts forever.
I was probably about 5 years old and I loved to do nothing more than ride my purple bicycle back and forth between my neighbor’s driveways. it would quite literally keep me busy for hours. I was proud to parade my bike around because I loved that thing. It was typical of a little girl bike. It was purple with white handle bars with the streamers coming out of them. It had a basket and a horn on the front ( both covered in flowers). I had a pink princess helmet. The wheels were white ( and that does include my training wheels)
Most weekends went the same. I would wake up, eat breakfast and tell my mom that I want to go ride my bike. Sometimes she would follow right behind me, sometimes she watched from the window as I would go back and forth until I got tired. I was on top of the world zipping back and forth, using my imagination (then everything changed when the fire nation attacked).
Then one weekend, just like normal, I told my mom I was going outside and she had decided not to follow me. So I go in the garage, get my bike and put my helmet on. Im excited as I start down my driveway. Only one issue: I only made it 5 feet before I fell over and started crying. I had no idea what had happened just that it had never happened before. Turns out my parents decided the night before that I didn’t need training wheels anymore so they just took them off without telling me ( rude). There was no warning. And what’s worse? Nobody followed me out side like ” but wait!” It was ” let’s see if she will fall on her face or not” (seems like a bad parenting technique if you ask me).
That is probably the most clear reason as to why I’m not very trusting of people. At a very young age, I was given a reason not to. Nothing truly lasts forever and not everything is in your control. It’s hard to tell when others are plotting against you. Even as an adult, I still find other people trying to decide what’s best for me, even when it isn’t wanted.
This story does have a happy ending though ( say what?). Yea. Eventually my mom heard my crying from the driveway and came outside. At that point I didn’t want to ride my bike anymore and was very mad at my parents ( I actually told them they had to buy me a new bike because they broke mine or at least to fix it). After a few days, I was forced onto the bike and did learn to ride it. Now it’s like my main means of transportation to get to work, where I make money and live happily ever after (just kidding. I’m in college. I have no money)