The Kid In ME

August 20, 2009
By Hol-E BRONZE, Fredericksburg, Virginia
Hol-E BRONZE, Fredericksburg, Virginia
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I let my legs pump the pedals faster as I race
Race against my foe, nemesis, sibling, brother.

We let out jeers and screams of joy in our child's moment

And let the wind carry us farther on our metal monsters
That are almost as big as we are.

I screech like a child, even though

I am almost fully grown.

We hear the trickling of a stream and the both of us
Leap swiftly from our bikes.
Well, at least my brother does.

I instead launch from my bike and catch a face of dirt

And scrape my face

And scrape my arms

And scrape my leg

And my pants

My shirt
Jacket.
"What a rush!" I yell and pop back up

Not crying a tear

Or uttering a cry.

I pick my bike back up, fix the twisted wheel

And race my brother back home.


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