January 29, 2015
by Nick Novak
Originally published by The Washington Times.
One of the biggest choices I had to make as a young child was figuring out what bike I wanted for my eighth birthday. Up to that point, I largely had hand-me-downs from my older brother. As he grew too big for his bike, he would get a new one and I would get his old one – the “perks” of being a younger sibling.
But when it came to my birthday that year, I knew I was finally going to get my own bike. You see, I didn’t mind getting my brother’s old bikes before then, but they were never the perfect fit for me. This time, it was going to be different.
I had the coolest dark blue Huffy picked out. I looked at so many bikes that summer with my parents, and that was the one for me. Then on that warm July morning, I woke up to a shiny, new Huffy in the living room.
For me, it was perfect.
But no matter how perfect it was for me, none of my friends had that bike. They all had different ones that were the perfect fit for them.
We all had a choice, something that is largely missing in education in our country.
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