A beautiful day in the middle of spring.
The neighborhood is filled with young children.
Down the road lived two brothers.
Two brothers I call my cousins.
I ask them to come over so we can play and run around.
“Sure!” they say “we will come right now!”
And my house they were bound.
sidewalk chalk and and kicking balls
we were having a blast.
until one brother said to other and me
“let’s ride our bikes up and down the street.”
Brother said “yeah! that sounds like fun!”
but me? I looked at them and said “Umm…”
My bike has four wheels, I'm still training you see.
your bikes with two wheels will be faster than me.
Don't worry! you will keep up! You got this cousin!
Do not give up!
I started to peddle and I got faster and faster.
I felt like I was flying
as i was following the brothers from a far
I saw in the distance a big silver car
the boys came to a stop with their brakes on their handles.
I quickly approached them and the car was still moving.
stop! they yelled, but I was still cruising.
I screamed as my bike with four wheels met the street
as the big big silver car stopped short with a streak.
all of a sudden my feet found the ground
followed by my hands with a pound.
with tears in my eyes I picked myself up
and walked back to the sidewalk pulling my bike.
The car drove away and all I had to say
“go home! I don't want to play anymore today”
