Perhaps a strange photo but it has a lot to do with one of my elusive dreams. One of my dreams has always been to be able to ride a two-wheeled bike since I was a little girl. My first bike was a three wheeler, as was the fashion in the 1950's for children and that was no problem. I grew up in London and the roads were not exactly bike friendly and my mum was always worried that "something might happen" so I never had my bike to learn on. Some of my friends had one so I naturally tried it now and again, but with no success. As soon as I sat on the bike it would start falling and me with it. I just could not keep my balance. The years went by and I eventually left home and came to Switzerland. Now it seemed to me that everyone in Switzerland rode a bike. The children went to school with their bike as soon as they were old enough, the housewives did their shopping with a bike and a lot of the men went to work with a bike. I was a bit the odd one out and did all my journeys by walking or with the bus. My husband needed the car to go to work and I only learnt to drive a car at the age of 36. I somehow had a secret wish to own a bike and ride one. I remember the day when my husband bought a motor scooter. I tried that as well, thinking that the speed would keep me upright. I had a few lessons with my other half, but we gave up - too many problems with the balance, so to this day I still have not learnt to ride a bike, but have not given up hope. Just a small note would be that when I had my driving lessons I also had a problem. I could do everything with the car, just not steer very well. Of course after driving for 26 years I don't seem to have a problem any more, but you cannot fall off a car I suppose. And now for the second elusive dream.
Creative Challenge #22: Elusive Dreams