Watching the kids rip wheelies down the street on e-bikes gives me two feelings at once, and I can't fully sort them out.

Part of me loves it. Kids are outside, loud and together, and nobody's stuck in a dark bedroom staring at a screen. That's a win in my book.

The other part of me is standing there thinking slow down, you're about to eat pavement or get hit. And I don't totally know where that comes from.

Then I remember being twelve with pegs on my bike, hopping every curb in town, 50-50 grinding the waxed curbs through parking lots until some manager came out yelling at us. I'm pretty sure a guy on his porch was having this exact thought about me.

Maybe that's just what happens when you go from being the ruckus to watching it.

Anybody else catch themselves turning into the guy on the porch?