My best journeys are up on my bike. The trek is about the same every day: home- kindergarden, kindergarden-home, and some other little excursions around the city. The bike becomes my car, my motorbike and my (white-winged)-horse, off course!, but it is especially my moment of freedom.
Today I discovered that for Anna is a bit the same. As soon as she gets on the bike-sit she starts telling a story (which I can only partially follow, since I am totally absorbed into my thoughts...). This morning she was singing out loud for about 20 minutes, non stop. What a pleasure to see all those people smiling around us!
When I go by bike, I, and probably her as well, really have superpowers!
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