It is an ordinary town before becoming part of a medium-sized southern city. Transportation is rural, like the bus three times a day, like bicycles that run like butterflies in summer. It is an ordinary town before becoming part of a child's heart forever. There is a child there waiting on the afternoons of those sunny days to ride his first bike, circle the park, take a tour of the Calle Mayor and return home for dinner. Never alone, with or without friends, but accompanied by his bike. The bicycles are called baikas, the tricycles are tricycles and the brave ones that go fast down the slopes of the hills. In this town isolated by time, it has long been a town that no longer has those bicycle racks, which now has bicycle lanes and traffic police, because summers fly like spokes on a 28 ”Tourism tire. There is a development in children that makes them change, they stop seeing objects as toys and now see them differently, they are tools, they are utensils, they are vehicles. Thus ha...