At first I thought
bike riding was fun.
But,one day it changed.
Riding up hill.
Finally!
Up here,
take a little break.
Ready set go!
Coming down feels awesome.
Wind pushing my hair.
But, who do I see in the middle
of the rode stuck?
My niece Dreamie!
I’m trying to stop the bike.
Breaks don’t work.
Next thing I know.
I’m on the ground
my knees are scratched up.
I leave the bike and run to the house.
I’m in so much pain!
Worst then getting hit in the face in gym class.
Crying.
Blood everywhere!
All on my arms and legs.
Mom says “Where’s Dreamie?”
Bike riding.