Essay by Nathan PIkeHigh School, 11th gradeA-, January 1997

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' Ding , Ding, Ding.' School had just ended. My butt had been just freed from the oppression of that chair for the rest of my life. Never again was I planning to sit down in Mr. Dicksons room again. But that was the least of my concerns. Because, today I couldn't wait to get riding on the Bike trails. These were old paths of a railroad track that had jumps built on them. By the time I got out to the bikeracks and met my friends, we were exhilerated. 'To the bike trails?' I asked.

'to the bike trails' they replied. We had been going to the bike trails for weeks now. Every day we came back for another thrill. So, with haste we sped away from school. Our first stop was my house. ' going to the bike trails , Mom' I said while grabbing a box of little debbie snacks.

'O.K., be home for supper' she said. This was in code it meant be home at five. Well who cares on to the second stop, Dons Deli.

I went in and grabbed the usual. A pink lemonade Snapple and one of those huge pixie sticks. I got to the counter. 'The usual' the cashier said

'Yup' I said realizing that this recognition was a product of the last few weeks.

'That will be two dollars' she said. But that was needless because I had already left the money and was half way out the door. I mounted my bike and rode the steed while sucking down as much sugar as possible. We finally arrived at the bike trails. We then Infiltrated the left over food that we bought from Dons Deli. We were all on a sugar high, it's now time to ride. We did the usual.