The joy of cycling together- The bond between us

<div class"text-justify"How do you feel when someone can't reciprocate your act of kindness or when someone fools you and plays smart? Let me share one of my childhood memories with bicycles.

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It happened when my cousin and I stayed with our uncle. The best part about staying there was the bicycle he bought for us. Since we lived with different parents, the only way we could both use the bicycle peacefully was at our uncle's place.

Every day, we took turns cycling the bicycle. I would go round for about five times, and then it would be my cousin's turn. We would show off all the bicycle skills we had at that time. One of our favorite skills was cycling with both hands off the handle for a few seconds and then clapping our hands. The person who clapped the highest number became the boss. I was never able to clap more than twice, so my cousin always owned the boss title.

Then one day, she did something that got me very upset. I don't know if I was overreacting, but I felt hurt and disappointed. It happened on a Saturday morning while we were still enjoying our turns with the bicycle. She came up with the idea of carrying each other on the bike, and I thought it would be a lot of fun. So, she suggested that I carry her first.

I struggled to pedal with her on the bike, but after many tries, I managed to carry her around the field. Her face showed that she was really enjoying it, and I became excited to feel the same. But when it was her turn to give me a ride, she suddenly said she was too tired and couldn't do it. We postponed it to the next day, but then she said she would never be able to carry me because she wasn't as strong as me. Now that was a lie because she was older and stronger than I was.

I didn't find it funny at all, so I decided to report her to our uncle. He talked to her and told her not to touch the bicycle for two whole days, or else she had to fulfill her promise to me.

Now, cycling all alone for just a day was boring for me and it made me a bit sad.
I didn't want to let it ruin our holiday fun. So, I decided to let it slide and we continued enjoying our time together.

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I must say it was the first time I ever felt betrayed by a friend. It made me cautious about people like my cousin, especially when it comes to friendship and trust.

The me of that time didn't care so much about how she cheated me. My main concern was always the bicycle and how I could savor every single moment with it.

However, there was something about the bicycle that never failed to amaze me. It possessed a unique ability to mend our bonds, even in the aftermath of a disagreement.
We found it difficult to harbor resentment towards one another for an extended period of time.
This was in my childhood though, because now I don't know if I'd be able to forgive someone who constantly cheats and plays tricks on me. Unless, of course, there's a bicycle to share.

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