Sometimes, I close my eyes and think back to the 90s—those simple times, when life felt slower and everything was just... peaceful. I can still picture those warm evenings, when the sun would set slowly, painting the sky orange. The air was so clean and fresh, and I remember breathing it in like it was the best thing in the world.

Back then, I had my favorite thing—my Hercules cycle. It wasn’t just a bike, it was my freedom. I’d hop on and ride around the city with no hurry, no reason, just to feel the wind and enjoy the moment. The streets were quieter then, not so many cars, lots of space. I’d pedal through town, my legs moving, my mind at ease. Everywhere I looked, there were trees and parks full of people. It felt like the whole town was...