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We are not going anywhere fun, but just riding around the block, so April decides to lead me into a remote trail that she heard of. I don't know what the trail is called or where it is; but, having fun is everything.

 

Bike Riding

Sandy Lou

It is the summer of 2000. The summer just after grade six ends. I am very bored, so I feel like going out for a bike ride. The wind has a grassy smell to it. The strong smell of freshly cut grass makes me want to sneeze. You can hear sprinklers in every corner. I like summer. Summer is fun.

My bike comes across April's house and I suddenly decided to see if she would like to bike with me. I ring her doorbell, "Ding dong," and surprisingly she is home. She grabs her bike and we bike around the neighbor for half an hour. We are not going anywhere fun, but just riding around the block, so April decides to lead me into a remote trail that she heard of. I don't know what the trail is called or where it is; but, having fun is everything.

Just a few turns and we are in front of a sign reading, "Agyle Trail". The trail is very dark and has a zigzag pattern to it. There are all sorts of trees, some tall, some short with different colors of green. The ground has blotches of green and chucks of wood cover the rest of the trail. The sound of our movements echo through the bushes and we shiver.

I no longer want adventure, but home. I have no idea where we are. We must continue down the trail. Suddenly, a steep slope comes out of nowhere and I zoom down it at a speed as fast as my bike can go. The wind blows against me harder and harder.

I see a curve, I turn and bang, I crash into a tree. My pinky feels very numb. I cannot move it no matter how hard I try. My bike tangles in a mess of branches. I tried to pull it out but I can't. April tries to help me and we finally pull it out.

We continue down the trail until we hear the sound of cars nearby. We run towards the street. The street looks familiar and we finally come across April's house. We survived, but I have a cast on my pinky for two weeks. We both promise that this trip to Agyle trail will forever be our secret. When I go home, I am going to tell my parents that my bike fell on me.


More Childhood Memories:
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Racing the Cars | The Dog I Teased | The Last Days for My Grandpa
First Time Being a Big Sister | Snow Trek | Stitches on My Eyelid

Thoughts about Music: Music

Uncomfortable Moments:
Santa, Where's My Mommy | My Drowning Experience | Little Green Alien?
My First Kiss | First Kiss

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