My first bike (web cam work)

At the age of eleven, an unfortunate series of event forced me to leave my childhood behind. It’s a long story and I will not going into all the details, but one of this events it’s directly related to a gift that I received as a child.

I’m talking about my first bike, a beautiful red bike, surely the best present that any child can received, a wonderfull gift that my parents gave my for christmas, but which I couldn’t enjoy for much time.

The first days of January, just a few weeks after christmas, I decided to go out on a short ride with my Little brother. It was a beautiful scene. My younger brother in his little bike, and I, as a guardian, the child in charge, beside him, in my big red bike, my precious mountain bike.

The dogs barked nonsense in the villa, the birds sang his melodies, my brother and I with the wind in our child faces, and, suddenly, an unexpected situation brought us down, direct to reality: a stranger old man came from behind me and put a knife in my neck.

I was petrified. Obviously I gave him my bike at the moment and he escaped riding my beloved red mountain bike for the thin street. I still remember his way of pedalling and the crying eyes of my little brother.

After that, I returned to my home frustrated but assuming the adversity with courage, without crying, trying to look strong to my brother. But my mother, without knowing the details and thinking that I made a foolishness, gave me a long sermon. And the tears arrived.