Memories
of my brother come to me at the most unexpected moments. Miles away from Toronto as I walk by a
building I notice a BMX bike lying in the grass. It’s not any different than the one my
brother use to have in his early teens.
My brother had spent days stripping the bike down removing every nut and
bolt so he could spray paint the frame red and handle bars black. I loved watching my brother work with his
hands from an early age he always enjoyed taking things apart to improve on
them. This BMX bike was no different. He
loved riding and stunting on this bike. While
the bike was moving he could stand on the seat with his arms spread apart, he
could also spin the back end of the bike while the front wheel remained in
place. Eventually he added pegs onto the
back wheel these pegs were used for a second passenger. I was lucky to have a brother who taught me
how to work with my hands and use tools.
Most of all I enjoyed being on the back of his bicycle with my feet on
the pegs and my hands on his shoulders as he took me for a ride.
