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The stairs
I peddled along the windy dirt track, my heart pounding, puffing as I ascended the hill. Once everyone had mastered the climb we descended 1 by 1 after each other, I was second in the line behind the teacher, my Dad. Soon after we reached a set of stairs, I watched in horror as dad rode down them, he seemed to be almost vertical as he concurred the drop; I thought about it and finally worked up enough courage to bike down the stairs. I peddled until I reached the first stair, it felt like an earthquake, finally the earthquake finished. I had done it, I pulled on the breaks and watched the others go down the stairs, some rode down, and others walked. And then it was BJ’s go, he had stopped right in front of the stairs; I could see the terror in his eyes as he stared at the steep decent in front of him. Everyone was screaming at him to go down… he let go of the breaks he went down the first step, the second but then he fell, he swore, everyone laughed as he waddled out of the bush |
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