Annie's Micro-Museum, Nostalgic Stories

How I learned to ride a bike

I jumped up on the queen-sized bed, almost slipping off as the patchwork quilt that covered it began to slide down towards the floor. Grabbing a handful of the colorful fabric I hoisted myself up on top, just enough so my white tennis shoes could still dangle over the edge. I buried my face in… Continue reading How I learned to ride a bike