A few months ago, I went to a gym in a city I hadn’t been to for a while, in the US, called the Westside Athletic Center in Westchester County, New York.
It was a hot, crowded gym, and it had a new helmet: a Bell helmet.
It wasn’t my first Bell helmet, I had been wearing it for about a year and a half.
When I put it on, I thought: Oh, my God.
The first time I put one on, my whole body ached.
I thought about my dad.
The bell is like a symbol of my father’s commitment to fighting crime and ending violence in our community.
When I took my first class at Westside, I found myself thinking about my father: what did I do wrong?
It took a while for me to get my bearings.
I think the first time my father took me on a ride with him, I was nervous.
I don’t remember him saying anything, but I was scared.
I felt like my head was spinning.
After that first class, I began wearing my helmet regularly.
“I remember thinking that I didn’t feel good,” I said.
When my father passed away in 2011, he was 91 years old.
He was also the father of four.
A bell helmet symbolizes strength and determination, and I felt proud of myself when I took on the challenge of making my father proud.
During my childhood, my father worked with the NYPD, and he taught me how to be a police officer.
He was a hard worker, and a strong person.
He gave me the skills and the confidence I needed to do the things that I wanted to do.
The bell helmet became part of my life when I was 17.
My father would often stop by my house and tell me stories about the NYPD and the city of New York, or about how they had done things for me, or how they helped me out, or that they loved me, and they always made sure that I understood that I had my own life, my own goals, and that I could go out there and do what I wanted.
So when I had a little girl, I started wearing my Bell helmet on weekends.
I wore it to school and to my neighborhood, and on my walks around the neighborhood.
By the time I was 18, I wore my helmet every day.
At first, I wasn’t sure how much to trust the helmet.
I knew that my dad would always ask me about my safety, but there was always something I didn