Pennsylvania.

Quiet, empty streets.

A, M, and I thought it was perfect to go riding.

A took a big bike,

M took a little bike,

I took a small, pink scooter.

The hill looked like a skyscraper.

I could not see the other side of it.

     A and M peddled and I pushed my foot across the rough

Road gaining speed.

My braids flew in the air.

The wheels shook a little, but I didn’t care.

One sandal fell off my tiny foot, but who cared!

It was gone with the wind.

    I was laughing and smiling then the worst thing happened.

A rock got lodged under my front wheel

Causing me and the scooter to flip down the hill.

The hard road scabbed my knees,

elbows,

forearms.

A and M now running down the hill laughed so hard because I had rolled.

I lay on the hard ground crying and aching.

My head was spinning. All I saw was my scooter, and two sets of feet

coming for me.

I just closed my eyes and waited for some angel to take me out of my misery.

Stupid rock.