I didn’t have a dad growing up. Mom raised me, for the most part.
Today’s story is from Jason Fields.
I did have an uncle. His name was Greg. Uncle Greg taught me something special about me. It was 1981, another bleak, freezing Cincinnati winter.
My name is Jason. I was 5 at the time. The memory is vivid, even today. Standing in the Cincinnati Kmart.
Longingly gazing at the most beautiful thing I had ever seen…a jet-black Huffy “Panther” BMX bicycle.
Chrome spokes, riding pegs, trick handlebars, and “panther claw” grips! My heart pounded at the thought of riding this powerful steed. READ MORE