Last night, as I was spinning around my neighborhood on my awesome bike, I crossed paths with some girls on their awesome bikes. Two girls, maybe five and four, were riding together--I smiled as I passed them, and one of them called after me, "Hi!"
But before that, an even tinier girl was riding down her driveway on a diminutive, lavender tricycle. She smiled at me. I smiled back. She slowed down--obviously, she was too little to ride into the street. But I heard her say, "Can I be your friend?" as I passed. You bet! The question is moot, though, isn't it? because we girls on bikes, we're a sisterhood.
And with that in mind, here's something I think about a lot. A woman at the college where I work passed this along to the historian, who passed it along to me. Now I'm passing it along to you: