Bike Seat - Not that long ago that either she was pedaling or I was; it didn't matter who was where, we always took turns. One of us standing with small sweaty palms on the shoulders of the one pedaling. Both of us with baby fine cottony blonde hair blowing back gathering knots while cooling our necks. We were almost as one with the same goals, joys and laughter. We reeled with the delight of our adventure riding up and down our little street. Then one of us got left behind in the darkness.