SHARING MY WORLD – Marilyn Armstrong

Share Your World – July 2, 2018

Tell us about your first bicycle or car?

My first bicycle was much more interesting than my car. It was a Dutch racing bike. I don’t know where my father got it, but it was nothing like any of the other bicycles my friends had.

Looked a lot like this, but no handbrakes

They had standard Schwinn-type fat wheeled bicycles. Mine was a true racing bike except it had a single gear — high. And, oddly, coaster brakes. It was a titanium frame, so it weighed almost nothing. I really loved that bike.

I was only 10 when I got it and it had a 22-inch frame, so it was five years until I could sit on the seat and peddle at the same time. It got old and eventually, the frame was so twisted I couldn’t ride it anymore. I never found another bike like it.

It was black and it was called a “Tiger” racer. Every other racing bike I’ve seen had gears and handbrakes. Except for mine. I’ve actually tried to find information about it online but never found anything. If by some chance you know anything about mid-1950s European racing bikes, I’d love to hear about them.

What fictional world or place would you like to visit?

Neverland

Neverland. I want to fly there, too.

Flying to Neverland

If you could have someone follow you around all the time, like a personal assistant, what would you have them do?

I can’t imagine wanting someone following me around, not even fictionally. That would totally creep me out. I wouldn’t mind some help at home, taking care of cleaning and even cooking. But everywhere?

I don’t think so.

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week? 

Just when I thought we were in this dry hot spell for a few more days, I heard thunder and literally, out of the blue, it started to pour.

Suddenly, it rained

The garden is happy and I could feel the air cool down. I don’t know if the hot spell is completely over, but we sure did need that rain!

16 thoughts on “SHARING MY WORLD – Marilyn Armstrong”

  1. Until about 5 years ago, Neverland was easily accessible through a flight to LAX or even to Santa Barbara and another one-hour drive to the north. Unfortunately, it has been disbanded, and is now barely identifiable among the hills outside Solvang!

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  2. I’ve always wondered how the “rich” can handle having a personal mojo or attendant (whatever they’re called) there would never be alone time. I’d hate that, I’m a personal person when it comes to bathing and taking care of myself. I’d get nuts pretty quick having someone on hand all the time. Guess that’s why I’m not rich! hahahaha

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      1. lol you and me too. I did this online test (intelligence, a whole bunch, the last of which was introvert extrovert. Guess what! I’m an introvert and got 100% missing one question roflmao. Yet I enjoy people and chat up a storm when I’m with them, I just prefer quiet time but it was interesting all the same.

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          1. No, I’m not given to idle chatter either. If the person is real then alright! Funny, humourous, at times serious, but real. the rest I don’t have time for, life’s too short (something unrealized until you get older for the most part) I think.

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            1. I’m more of a listener than a talker. It use to surprise me, the most intimate details someone would reveal to me even though they didn’t know me that well. I guess they needed a listener.
              Leslie

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  3. All of my bikes as a kid were braked by pushing back on the pedals, and I was never able to get the hang of hand brakes. I am terrible at relearning something that I’m used to doing one certain way, which is why I still use our old Mecca box cutter at work, which has been against safety policy for a decade now. They operate two totally different ways, and I’m not wasting time trying to retrain my brain on how to cut a damned box!

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