We went to one of our many local parks Sunday afternoon and just sat and enjoyed the weather (70 degrees in February!) and people watched.
There was a little boy learning to ride his bike not too far from us and it was a joy to watch him and his mother. I can remember when I learned to ride my first bike. We lived in Wisconsin and I had received my bike as a Christmas present. I learned to ride in the snow with the piles of snow left from the snow plow’s trip down the road as my “pillows” to fall on. 🙂