Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Dear Dad,

You should have taught me how to ride a bike. Sure, in the grand scheme of things it might not matter - whether or not I know how to ride a bike - but it's the sort of thing you should have taken the time to do.

I really feel as though this simple negligence really set the stage of things to come, of all the things that I was never taught. No one bothered to make sure that I knew how to ride a bike, just as no one bothered to sit me down for a discussion about the Birds and the Bees or to Just Say No. When it came time to sign me up for driver's training, the subject was never even broached. There were no collegiate discussions, and few encouragements. I was often told what I was doing wrong, but rarely what was right.

I was like a goldfish, constricted in a bowl and expected not to grow.

It must seem unfair, that I lay so much blame on your shoulders. I assure you, that is not the case. But you're simply not around to make amends, and whose fault is that?


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