I think it had something to do with the wind blowing in my hair that made me feel like I was flying. Maybe it was the weightless feeling I got when I rode down my favorite hill. It could have just been the simple smell of the fresh air. Or the rush I got from being in complete control. I felt fearless, invincible, I was unstoppable. .
My bike was white with squiggles of pink and purple paint all over, and it had purple handle bars. The seat (my favorite part) was hot pink with splayed spots of purple paint. To top it off and add a little coolness was a water bottle holder. I won it at a home show my parents dragged me to when I was eight. It was my first and only ten speed bike. .
I remember so clearly the night my dad and I went to pick it up; I can almost feel the undigested food in my stomach from eating dinner so fast. It was a large warehouse that had an over powering smell of gasoline and fresh cut grass. When the man went back to get it I pictured him rolling out this beautiful bike. Instead I got a large brown box. Disappointed my dad and I rushed home hoping to put it together before it got dark, but we where way too late. It was dark before we even got home. .
The next day school seemed more never ending then usual, even reassess went by slow. I couldn't wait to get home and show off my new bike. I would finally be able to keep up with the boys and my sister. My sister and I were the only girls in our neighborhood. I was the youngest by two years and was always trying to prove that I could do everything that they could do. When the bus dropped us off that day, my sister and I ran straight to my shed Nicole jumped on her bike with such ease and was gone. I, on the other hand, (even with the seat as low as it could go) needed to use the stairs to get on my bike. We owned the neighborhood that day.
Everyday after that was the same thing. As soon as the bus dropped us off, my sister and the four boys we rode with scattered like wild horses to our houses jumped on our bikes and rode till the street lights came on.
