"Before"

             When I was eight, I got a bicycle for my birthday. It was red, and I absolutely cherished it. My little fingers curled and uncurled around the handles as I pedaled down the sidewalk.

I remember looking back and smiling at Mom, and for just a second she smiled back before her face changed and she was screaming and running toward me. Well, I guess in my little eight-year-old mind, I thought she was mad because I started pedaling furiously to get away from her. It wasn’t until I looked back forward that I saw the car.

It screeched to a halt, barely missing me, but catching my back tire and tossing me from the bike. Mom screamed at the driver as she hugged me too her. I began to squirm. She was holding me too tight.

Yeah, I’d been scared at the time, but all I wanted to do now was get back  up on the bike after I got a Band-Aid for my scrapes, and kisses on them too. Mom didn’t let me back on for four days.

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[0_o Abbie]

Good. You've given us background. I love ur story. It's addicting. :D