Growing Up in Old Florida: 'Make It Last Forever'

One Saturday out of the blue my father announced that it was time for me to ride my bike downtown on my own. My mother was against it. My father spoke on behalf of children worldwide when he said, “Vicki, this is how they learn.”

He was in the front yard wearing tan pants, so he must have been on his way to work. I had my bike on the grass.

“This sidewalk will take you downtown,” he said, pointing at the thin strip of concrete in the grass.

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