While riding… I over heard a lady proclaim: “Are there any trees in Iowa?” as we road pass corn fields and farm houses with Oak, Apple and other trees…
Seven days in a row… brothers using skate boards passed me on the route across Iowa. Even the guy pulling a canoe was ahead of me five days… the man on the tandem bike that had the skeleton in the rear seat passed me twice… but I still won!
Before I became mature… I looked at the world in fresh and open ways. I think forgetting how old my head is… my eyes will see as they once did. After all they still work the same… the only difference is the interpretation’s my brain brings to the views.