Drawing a Day 10: Hometown Memory

I grew up on a farm. When I was in junior high I started biking to school instead of taking the bus. I was not a good bicyclist. I played the trumpet, and I'd bike with the trumpet case balanced on one handlebar while navigating the kilometer of gravel between the farm and the paved town roads. One morning, while on the gravel stretch, my older cousin Stuart drove past me and waved. When I waved back, I lost my balance and wiped out. Stu didn't see me. A little old lady pulled up behind me and asked if I was alright. I was. I got up and biked away.


True story.