I find it stressy riding a motorbike
with teenagers. No matter how short the distance, a trip is like eternal – to
fret is an undeniable fact. So I had to be in constant reminder until my words
sounded like annoying cymbals. Not every kid though, yet youngsters like these
have a tendency to play around dangers – not when I’m around.
Yesterday was another first time riding
a motorbike with juveniles, my sons. The joy to be with them in a short
excursion was there, but my heartbeat remained unexplained. They know how careful
I am with such a concern.
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