For one of my early birthdays, I was probably turning 8 or 9, I got a 'new' bike. It was blue, with a rust orange seat. I was quite excited to have a new bike that wasn't yellow with a banana seat so excited in fact that I took the bike out for a ride. I rode around the block and when I got in front of what was Hudson's house, I could see some kids playing up ahead at the corner. One of the girls I recognized as the mean scary girl that lived on the corner in the two-story brown house. I was a little afraid. Turns out, I had good reason to be. The girl stood right in the sidewalk and I had to stop. She picked up the front wheel of my bike by the handle bars with me still on it. She was shaking me and the bike and saying something that I don't remember and I'm sure I said something that I don't remember, or maybe I just started crying. She finally let me go and I rode the rest of the way home. Grandpa Johnson was waiting in the driveway for me and I pulled up to him, and, if my memory serves me correctly, the handle bars fell off. I surely started crying then.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
New Bike
For one of my early birthdays, I was probably turning 8 or 9, I got a 'new' bike. It was blue, with a rust orange seat. I was quite excited to have a new bike that wasn't yellow with a banana seat so excited in fact that I took the bike out for a ride. I rode around the block and when I got in front of what was Hudson's house, I could see some kids playing up ahead at the corner. One of the girls I recognized as the mean scary girl that lived on the corner in the two-story brown house. I was a little afraid. Turns out, I had good reason to be. The girl stood right in the sidewalk and I had to stop. She picked up the front wheel of my bike by the handle bars with me still on it. She was shaking me and the bike and saying something that I don't remember and I'm sure I said something that I don't remember, or maybe I just started crying. She finally let me go and I rode the rest of the way home. Grandpa Johnson was waiting in the driveway for me and I pulled up to him, and, if my memory serves me correctly, the handle bars fell off. I surely started crying then.
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Wow, I never knew about this frightening memory. I hope you were not permanently traumatized. Who was that mean girl anyway?
I wasn't permanently traumatized, in fact, I think it's kind of funny now. I don't know if I ever knew her name but if I did I've forgotten it but I think she lived in the house on the corner across from Smith's, next to Mangrums.
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