Grounded.
I imagine the Huffy Fancy Dancer tucked behind the Christmas tree, waiting for the little girl of the house to discover it. Mom and dad are rubbing their eyes, waiting for the Folgers to finish brewing, while the girl shrieks and wheels the Fancy Dancer out into the living room. Not now, mom says, you can’t ride it in the house. It’ll be spring soon enough. But this is Minnesota, and spring is a lifetime away for a child with a new bike. That summer, the girl became an expert in the streets and trails of the neighborhood on the saddle seat of her trusty Huffy.
But things change. Little girls grow up, and life circumstances evolve and mutate. Eventually, the Fancy Dancer was relegated to storage, brought to light again only because of a forced changing of the guard at the girl’s childhood home. What new gifts and adventures await the new occupants is still the stuff of dreams.
