First Memories
I took my 6 year old daughter Ellie to the park on her bike yesterday and removed her stabilisers for the first time. She went from one end of the park to the other shouting “Am I doing it? Am I doing it?” She thought I was still holding onto the bike. Yes, I had a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes, and when she eventually stopped and turned around – and saw me waving to her from the distance – the look on her face was priceless.
I can still remember the first time I rode without stabilisers, the difference being I fell off when I realised my brother was no longer holding on. So Ellie did better than me. I’m pleased.
I’ve been fighting the ‘flu today, so I’m drugged up to the eyeballs. A whole day of writing lost … but I crashed and watched a couple of movies, the Assault on Precinct 13 remake, and the Texas Chainsaw Massacre remake. They were both OK … but they reinforced my belief that remakes … well, what’s the point? I hear that The Hitcher is being remade … and I actually find it pretty depressing. Why not pump that money into a new, original movie (based on one of my books, of course)?
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