I got to see my Uncle as a grandfather. He has four kids and so far he has seven grandkids. I also got to see my cousin as Uncle ****. Since my cousin has the same name as my uncle, I had to think twice when my aunt told one of her grandkids to take a piece of cake to Uncle ****.
The biggest highlight of the day was somewhat of a selfish one though. One of my new cousins, who was just a young child when I saw him last has become a young teenager. He is a typical boy who, from what I saw on this day, is interested in guitar and dirtbikes. He had a nice size offroad motorcyle that the others were taking down the street and around the undeveloped property across from them. After I had tried his sister's four wheeler a few times, I finally got up the courage to ask if I could try out the two wheeler. I told his dad I had never driven one before and he was a good teacher.
After I killed it a couple of times learning the clutch, I finally got it going. I got it going straight ahead (before I had the turning part down) into a ditch. I was holding on for dear life, dragging my feet along behind, giving it enough gas for it to get through; because in the ditch is the last place I wanted to stall. When it got to the other side of the ditch (which the young lad uses as a jumping ramp by the way) it stalled again. After four or five times of killing it, I finally got the clutch and shift and took it down the road and back. It was exhilerating feeling the cold wind in my teeth.
A while back, I was really tempted to buy a motorcyle, an older one I knew about at an excellent price. I didn't because I was afraid I couldn't handle learning to drive a motorcyle. But, this goes to show that if you take a risk and are willing to try enough times, you can succeed. Who knows if I will ever find a great deal again, but at least I know I can drive one if I ever really decide to get one.
