When I ride my bike around our neighborhood, the song from the Wizard of Oz, where the Bad Witch is riding her bike, always pops into my head.
Neh, Neh-Neh, Neh- Neh, Neh-Neh.
My hair is flying out in back of me, I’m pedaling along and I cannot keep the song or vision out of my head.
Now, I consider myself a mostly Good Witch. I should be descending in a bubble, like Glenda, the Good Witch. But that is not what I picture and hear in my head. I see that Bad Witch, all dressed in black.
Neh, Neh-Neh, Neh-Neh, Neh-Neh.
Maybe there is a little bit of Bad Witch in all of us. Mine comes out when I ride my bike.
Guess there are worse times for my Bad Witch self to appear.
