My bike- plastoflippancy

It all began when i turned to 7.

it was then i finally persuaded my father to let me have a bike.

It may be the birthday that softend him.

We went togther to bike depot store located not far away from our home.

What a wave of excitement spread over my body.

Once piciking up the pair i liked most there were more four more dayes of waiting.

At the end of those four days i got them!

Unfortunately i scarcely  enjoyed riding them as they were quickly stolen.

Ashamed as i was, i could not share it was, i could not share it with dad nor with anyone else.

So the days passed until dad showed uo with a new pair exactly as mine.

Whether he found them or rather purchased my pair is still enigma.

Robert

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