MY FIRST DIRTBIKE
It was about noon on a hot sunny spring day, about two hours before lunch, when my Grandpa, Sister and I went to my Uncle Freddy’s house. There was a lite cool breeze. The trees leafs where as green as newly grown grass. The sun was burning bite in the sky. We could hear the freighters for awhile, long and low, like a big, big man talking. I could them through the trees moving side to side in the wind. In the tree’s a bird answered the freighters, than a second bird answered the freighters. They sang out freighters and birds, for a real long time, the freighters and birds slowly started to get quieter and quieter till it was silent.
Let’s rewind to when we were pulling into my Uncle Freddy’s driveway. I thought to myself what