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took my very first bike out for a ride today. it was a red huffy, with training wheels. to others it may have been just a bike, but to me was my ticket to freedom...and an occasional slurpy from the neighborhood 711. i just had to find a few cents underneath the couch and I would have my slurpy. i had a cousin visal, who was around the same age as me, 8. He had the same bike and today, we were to meet up at the 711 for a round of slurpies. he was already a pro. he didnt need training wheels. i on the other hand could not ride without them. Not yet anyways. It was a chilly afternoon in the fall when I started to peddle for the first time. The 711 was about a mile away, but I could remember landmarks. Such as the car dealership on the corner across from the 711. so there was no way that I was gonna get lost. I didn’t ask my parents permission if I could go, because they were at work. And I couldn’t wait until they got home. But I wasn’t really scared. I could just taste my first day of independence. When I finally got to the 711, visal was already there slurping away. He had his favorite tank top on and running shoes that he wore almost everyday.
He looked at me funny. I was like, “what?” He grabbed another slurpy that he had bought. handed it to me and said, “happy birthday.”
He looked at me funny. I was like, “what?” He grabbed another slurpy that he had bought. handed it to me and said, “happy birthday.”