My Story of a Bike Ride Around the Block

My mam was very particular about house rules being followed, one of which was never going out alone. I grew up in a very safe neighborhood where it was unheard of for any one to lock their cars or houses. It was rare that just two of us would be able to sneak out from under her watchful i and run to the corner storeA few blocks down for some candy or soda. One sweltering day during the summer i turned nine, i decided to take my sister's cool new tin speed for a spin around the block a few times. A man stopped the car right next to my bike on the wrong side of the street, and through his opening driver's door,