by Angela Santistevan
It was close to an hour walk to Sissy’s house. Katie would often do cartwheels, front walkovers, skip and run across the front lawn of her yard to entertain herself. But not today.
Today she would ride her brand-new bike. It was beautiful, a purple ten-speed. It was her maintain-straight-A’s-all-year reward. She had no clue how long the trip would take on the bike, but on the way to her friend’s house there was a really big hill. Katie couldn’t wait to glide down that one.