ide It Like You Stole It

Ride It Like You Stole It As I walked through the bike shop looking at all the shiny new bikes I wished one of them could be mine. One day my uncle came along on one of my trips to the bike store and told me, "If you really want a bike, I will get you a bike." I felt as if I could fly like a free bird because I always wanted a bike …

…that I had feared was coming came. I lost interest in my bike after a while. I started to like skateboarding and not like bikes. My bike just sat still in the garage like a rock, as if to say, "Ride me! Ride me! I'm getting dusty and it's cold and dark in here!" The tires went flat and the paint got rusted. I felt as though a little part of me died as well.