When I was a kid, I was always reading books. Occasionally I’d look outside to see my younger brother and his friends raring down the driveway on their chopper bikes. His was a metallic blue with silver flash details, high handle bars and a big black seat.
Our house was built on a hill and the driveway sloped down on a long straight gradient. I recall shouts and hoots of excitement as eleven-year-old boys shot down the drive, swerving at the last minute to avoid garage walls. Like all boys of that age, they’d get hot, sweaty and grubby. I’d roll my eyes, wonder “Why?” and get back to my book.
A bazillion years later, I’m walking through the Cholon district with my photo-guide Reggie. Reggie is a young man who wears a newsie cap and heavy horn-rimmed glasses that do nothing to disguise his age. He tells me that he likes risotto, film photography and Irish girls.
Whether by chance or design, we go to an alley cluttered with motor bikes in different states of repair. The owner is a gaunt older gentleman with long hair and aviator glasses. He reminds me of an aged Peter Fonda in Easy Rider. It takes no encouragement at all, for him to pose for a shot.
Haiku #3 Boys grow into men Who become old men who are Always boys at heart.
This post is one in a series inspired by Just One Person from Around the World. I write about ordinary people living ordinary lives, in places around the world. CadyLuck Leedy kicked off the weekly challenge and on her blog, you’ll find similar posts and links to Just One Person from Around the World.
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This is sweet. I’ll always have a soft spot for this kind of boys. In Italy Reggie’s cap is called a coppolla, originating in southern Italy.
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This is a special age for boys and girls. My teacher friends think this is be best age to teach. They’re bright and eager without the attitude that sets in one year later.
The hat is called ‘coppolla’ like the American film producer Francis Ford Coppolla? Interesting tidbit
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That’s a great story, Sandy. I found myself smiling right back at him 🙂 🙂
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Glad you liked it Jo. Thank you for commenting!
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Boys will always be boys when it comes to their toys! Great photo! Cady
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Thanks!
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Oh I love that sweet poem! So true, eh?!
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Indeed! Have your boys started riding yet? I think they might be a little young still …
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They got balance bikes when they turned 2, and immediately knew how to use them. They are all the rage over here! As well as kids’ scooters, which they got last summer when they turned 3. This summer, maybe skateboards, because a real bike would mean they’d be too fast for us parents to run after!!!! 😅
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Your boys sound precious!
Do you know the story book call “Where the Wild Things Are” by Maurice Sendak? It’s a wonderful little book that’s just right for bedtimes and reading out loud. One of my favorite lines is when someone says “Oh no, please don’t go. We’ll eat you up – we love you so!” I think of that when I think of cute little boys 🙂
I don’t know if it’s translated but here’s an English version https://youtu.be/fu3fA7CS8hg
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Oh yes, I’ve heard of it but forgotten. Thanks for the link! ❤ My boys watch stuff in English (I'm trying to brainwash them) so we'll definitely have a look!
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That’s a fabulous photo and you can see his pride in his bike and, I suspect, pleasure at being asked to pose with it 🙂
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Somehow … I think this is not the first time Reggie’s visited this guy & his bike 😉
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