Roots

Feb 12, 2009 15:14

More often than not at the bottom of the stairs leading up to our apartment there's a children's bycicle.
Not just any children's bicycle, it's the ultimate kiddy bike. The bike that makes all the other kiddies in the complex jealous! It's a spiderman bicycle with side wheels and everything. In colour, with the most awsome spidey seat on it.

We've stepped over and around this little bicycle for a few days now and i can only imagine the little kid who has the pleasure of owning it derives great enjoyment from it as it's always neatly parked at the bottom of the stairs. Almost like a teenager does with his or her first car.

My dutch roots are well and turlly showing and perhaps it's a sign of some of the things I miss from The Netherlands, but everytime I pass it I feel the biggest, baddest urge to take the little bike and chuck it over the fence into the pool.

The fact that our apartment is directly infront of the pool doesn't help, as I'd have the gleeful joy to be on the front row seats to the drama that would unfold as the little (tom)boy finds the spidey bike at the bottom of the pool...

bike, pool, neighbors, cruel

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