Confession: I don’t own a bike. I used to. Remember the days of old, when you and your tween friends would hop on your bikes and ride for hours, without your parents having a blessed clue where you were?? It’s been years since I’ve owned one, but that doesn’t really bother me. I don’t even want one. Because even when the weather is ideal for biking -as it’s been lately- any attempt at getting myself out to bike would look something like this: Today’s punishment- you get the back seat. (www.blisstree.com) Here’s why I’m not a bike fan. Because kids aren’t born capable of riding; they must be taught. And…