Bicycle at the market

On Saturday mama and I often go to the market, grocery shopping. We park the bicycle nearby, with the other bicycles. When we come back laden with our groceries, and my belly full with the fruit I tasted, we begin our struggle to load them all on the bicycle, and not led the bicycle topple.

The keys is what I like best about the bicycle. And turning the pedals with my hands, but mama is always afraid the bicycle will fall on me. It never does. And the last thing is that I climb on and off we cycle: back home. Hopefully with the wind in our back.