I asked Michael this question over coffee. His eyes lit up. When they were little, they had just moved out of the projects into a house behind where his mom worked. They were very little. Five kids. Single mom. No child support. No money. Christmas.
Their father’s parents in Illinois had sent new bikes for all five kids for Christmas. He said it was magic. A bike. A new bike. In those days, the bikes were like the ones Pee Wee Herman is known to ride. Michael’s was red.
Taking off on his new bike was his very first taste of real freedom. It could take him anywhere. And it did.
What was your favorite present ever?
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