My Old Bicycle

When I was a kid many of my neighbors got home from school, dumped & went straight to the garden/park that out apartment complex had to play. I didn't. There are many reasons for that really. Most of the kids from out old apartment complex were Maharashtrian. They spoke Marathi, a language I could barely understand & couldn't really speak. There were other kids who spoke English but even though they were very sweet they were four or five years older than me so I couldn't really play... Continue reading »