Lost

You know I often see movies of kids getting on there bikes, and not coming home until dinner time, like the movie The Sand Lot. Oh how I wish we could have had a life like that.This is so sad, but the only person that had a bike was my brother, because like I said before my dad never got bikes for us girls, and my brother would never let us ride his bike. One day for some crazy reason he let me ride his bike. What in the world did I think I was doing? I had NEVER been to the corner much less around the block, but never the less I got on the bike and started to peddle. I didn't know what around the block look like, so I started getting scared because I thought I would never find my house again. Seriously I had a pit in my stomach, and I wanted to stop and ask for help, but I knew I would get hit for sure especially since my dad didn't know I was gone. Not knowing what to do I just kept peddling, and I finally got a glimpse of my house, I was so happy to be home again. I never rode my brothers bike again. The only other time I ever went around the block again was when I was old enough to go back to the old neighborhood, and it was then that I went around the block, but this time it was in a car not a bike.