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Bikes and Shoes

We sit on our bikes before my father as the hot sun touches our skin.
The trees ance as the wind rocks them.
The birds sing and look upon us.
“Hold the handle straight!”
I feel awkward on my big wheel.
The seat is too hard and I am too
Big for it.
My bare feet burn as they rest on the faded blue pedals.
“Faster!”
My brother is sitting on a white cushioned seat of a shiny blue bike as a king sits on his throne.
Hair is neatly combed and parted to one side and feet are comfortable in a pair of brown and white Converse.
“Hold on!”
My brother taught me how to ride a two wheel bike.
He ran behind me holding the white seat.
His words of encouragement echoed over and over in my mind.
“Hold on!”
“Faster!”
“Hold the handle straight!”
Slowly he let go and I could be seen riding a shiny blue bike with my feet comfortable in a pair of brown and white Converse.


--Kirit S., 3rd-6th Grade