” I’ve got five bucks from Dad, that should be enough!” I shout over my shoulder. The wagon wheels are rusty and squeaking over every bump in the sidewalk. The excitement is there, twisting in my stomach…I can’t wait and neither can the load I’m pulling. I pick up my pace and soon am in a full on sprint.
The store is only two small blocks away and there’s hardly any traffic to worry about cars. From where I can see below the treeline looking left then right, my feet grow wings and I streak across the street.
Finally, the homestretch, I just need to get over one of the last natural speed bumps in the pavement. I start to slow down to anticipate the large bump, which is really a root from a giant maple tree that’s growing through the sidewalk. I hear a squeal from behind and look back. He’s rocking back and forth, eyes wild, pointing to the bump. I make no attempt to hear what he’s saying, instead I yell over my shoulder with a smirk on my face “hold on!” and think with a laugh “he’s going for a ride”.