A personal reflection, a bike riding experiance i had.

A Personal Story by Anthony Wignall After what has seemed like an eternity, the grey sky has finally cleared and transformed itself into a most brilliant blue, showing the welcoming signs of spring. The overnight rain has left its fresh scent. The trees seem to breathe fresh green air as I pedal past them. The closer I get to the bike track the bigger my smile becomes and I begin to feel lighthearted. I am …

…light feels like needles in my eyes. I slowly ride home and creep inside making sure not to let my parents see me in such a state. I clean the cuts and bandage them up. I limp to my room and collapse on the bed in a hurt but satisfied heap. Almost immediately I fall sleep, only to dream of my dream world at the hidden bike track and of escaping reality another day. 896 Words