As a child, our mobility in society is dependent on the parent connected to transportation. In our family that was Dad, the one with the motorcycle.
He worked downtown where things corporate buzzed with life.
He ran our errands to the post office. As I was setting out to find a mailbox to send Grasshopper's letter, I thought of him on his motorcycle doing the same for me decades ago. Our letters to relatives in Portugal were handed off to him for mailing.
He is gone now and I have started shifting my view of self as compared to him. I am parent too, and I do for mine some of he did for me. 
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