Blast from the Past
It’s interesting you go somewhere and suddenly a rush of memories comes into your head almost as if implanted there by someone, but then you realize they are your own and it seems even more strange.

Yesterday I took a bike ride. I’m not completely sure why but I just did. It wasn’t your typical bike ride across campus or something this was something like an hour and a half long. I ended up riding pretty much all the way to I - 35. It was good because I really am feeling kind of stressed out and it was good to get away. Lets not get into the fact that I missed a class, it was just relaxing and I really didn’t have to worry about anything. Anyways back to the title.

I was returning and instead of ridding along 13th street which is kind of busy I rode about 2 blocks north and took the first street that looked good. I rode this street pretty much all of the way from Duff back until I got to Ames High. When I got to the illustrious Ames high I noticed a bike trail sign. I figured what the hell I’ve missed my class I really don’t care and going new places is kind of fun. So I ride this trail to wherever it takes me. It goes through some woods and down a relatively big hill (for Ames anyways) which was fun. I rode the trial through the woods and down the hill and through some more woods and all of the sudden I’m at University Village.

That’s when it hit me. All the sudden I have this massive sense of “I’ve been here before.” Like Deja Vu only stronger. Then I realized that this is the bike trail that my Dad would always take me on when I was little and we lived here. I would sit behind him in a little kid’s seat on his bike and we would go for bike rides. That is until he put me in it and I broke it.