Peddling and Protesting: A Summer of Change
More A Sweet Life Aug 8, 2011, 12:58 pm
My eight-year-old son, Guy, just learned to ride a bike. It’s been a long time coming. Two years ago he fell hard while trying to learn to ride. Nothing serious happened to him, just some scrapes, but since then he has refused to have anything to do with his bike. He pretended not to care when his older brother, Tom, went bike riding in the park. He pretended not to care when his friends rode their bikes and he trailed behind on a scooter. He insisted that he was never going to ride a bike because he just didn’t want to, he didn’t need to, and everything was fine in his life without riding a bike.
This was true. And since I’m not usually a believer in pushing children, I didn’t tell Guy he had to learn to ride a bike. I expected him to come around on his own. But two years passed, and he didn’t. So I finally decided that given the “change” in the air that’s going around in Tel Aviv, it was time for things to change at home, too.
For those of you who don’t know, the shrinking middle class in Israel has begun to protest, demanding a change in socioeconomic policies. To protest the lack of affordable housing, demonstrators have pitched tents around Tel Aviv. And Saturday night over 250,000 people marched in Tel Aviv, calling for social justice. Mike took Tom, and Guy to the demonstration. Little Adam and I watched it on TV. (We also looked out the window at both the moon and the circling news helicopters,
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