The day I flew like a superman.

The day I flew like a superman.

dreamy black woman riding bicycle in town on street
Photo by Uriel Mont on

I went back to my hometown.

I remember the road was much steeper.

I skidded down this very road.

And I flew down my bicycle

like a superman!

The fading scars near my right eyebrow and right forearm are reminders.

It seems like only yesterday.

Only I have forgotten how to ride a bicycle! 🙁


I have always struggled to achieve excellence. One thing that cycling has taught me is that if you can achieve something without a struggle it’s not going to be satisfying.:- Greg LeMond

Published by Chen S. P. @ TPTan

Serena Chen @TPTan, Master degree in nursing (Monash) . Serena teaches local and overseas nurses in a stomaltherapy program. She had presented papers internationally. Serena is a member of the ‘Golden Key International Society (Monash). She was an editor of a mental health bulletin and she enjoys pottery works, cartoons, painting and poems. She shares insightful experiences about being a carer for people with mental illness and cancer in this defining society.

10 thoughts on “The day I flew like a superman.

  1. There was such a freedom in riding a bicycle as a child. I still have scars on my knees and I still laugh when I look at them and remember that girl who was so free of responsibility.

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