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Photo:
Tim Mossman
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.
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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.
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First
Time Being a Big
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Trek
| Stitches
on My Eyelid
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My
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