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July 4, 1997… Fourth of July Party at Connor's…

The wind blew through my hair as I held on to the handlebars tightly. My arms were shaking I was holding on so tight. I continued to peddle as I started to gain speed. I was getting more nervous by the second. I quickly turned to find Connor, and that was a huge mistake.

"Connor! Look! I'm doing it!" I yelled to him

"Misty! Watch out for the rock!"

I turned to see that I was headed for a huge rock. The next thing I know I was laying on my back in the grass. I reached up to feel my head that had a slight bit of blood running down my face.

"Connor…" I said in a scared shaky voice.

Then my hero was there, with his short brown hair, and his chubby cheeks starring down at me. He looked about as scared as I felt. He held out a hand for me to grab and I pulled myself up. He helps me get the dust off my shorts and little plaid shirt.

"Are you ok?" He asked looking at the cut on my forehead.

"I think so." I said grabbing my bike off the ground "Help me get going again!" I finished getting back onto my bike.

I held on tight to the handlebars as Connor started pushing the back of my bike. I started going faster and faster and my grip got tighter and tighter. I looked back afraid that he'd let go, but he didn't he was still pushing me.

"Don't let go! Promise that you won't let go!" I said looking back at him once more.

"I won't, I promise." He replied.

I started peddling, along with him pushing me. I felt like I was doing it on my own. When I looked back Connor was way back there jogging behind me with a smile on his face. I looked back, and I was finally doing it! I was riding my bike on my own!

"Connor! I'm doin it! I'm doin it!" I yelled with excitement

"Keep going!" He yelled

I rode my bike the whole way back to the party with a smile on my face. My mom saw me coming and ran towards me. She looked scared; I slowly came to a stop and got off my bike.

"Mommy, I did it!"

"Misty, what did you do to your head honey?"

"Well I turned back to find Connor after he let go, and I ran into a rock, and I wrecked, I'm ok though!" I said almost out of breath.

"Let's go in the house and get your head cleaned up. Connor you can come in if you want." My mama said as she grabbed my hand.

Connor nodded and we followed her into the house. We went into the baby blue wallpapered bathroom and I sat myself on the toilet. Connor came in after and stood against the wall directly beside me. My Mama opened the medicine cabinet and got out the peroxide. The only that I hated. It was always the most painful thing about getting your cut cleaned up by my mama. She had me lean my head back over the sink, and she poured a little bit of the vicious stuff over my cut. I cringed and grabbed Connor's hand, and held it tight. She grabbed a wash cloth and slowly patted out the fizz coming from my cut. She put a Band-Aid on my cut and she sent Connor and I back out to play.

The rest of the day Connor and I played through the cornfields, ran through the geese making them fly everywhere, and chased a couple calves in the pasture. This day was one of those days that made us stronger than ever.

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