When we were kids we weren't lucky as a lot of other kids.Momma and Daddy couldn't afford us a bike.We kids found an old one and fixed it up.My little Brother could fix anything.
We thought this was the coolest thing we ever had.Till it came to the scrapes on the knees and elbows,Oh the pain,The pain.If we have had any sence,We would had left that bike alone.But being kids we couldn't.
I had a brother who was a special child.He beg and beg
To ride that bike.Being the kids that we were,we got together and planned and snickered at what we were going to do.We pushed and pushed that old bike up to the top of the hill.We laugh and cut up all the way.When we got there we put him on the bike.But he wouldn't use both feet,He had one foot on the petal and pushed with the other foot.As he push up to the edge of the top of the hill.We ran as fast as we could to the bottom of the hill.As we looked up the hill here He came pushing faster and harder,harder and faster.Wha,Wha stopped this thing.Our ehyes poped open as our mouths dropped open.
He came by us so fast that he couldn't stop.WHAM WHAM
HE HIT THE Mailbox.He flew over that mailbox like a
Cock-coo bird.We just new our days were numbered cause he was dead.We ran over to him,and low and behold He jumped up and said laughing lets do it again.
I can still see Him flying over that mailbox,and get up laughing saiding lets do it again.We threw that bike away and NOBODY ever asked for one again.
The special Brother who rode the bile is One of the best people you would ever meet.

Written by: judygh