Summer of ’63

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My bike had training wheels and I still went faster than my brothers on their bikes. My dad put training wheels on my bike–I had crashed and a stone got stuck in the palm of my hand. I cried for a long time. After they bent my handle bars back, my bike was as good as new.
We rode up and down the lane over and over, and once, after it rained, I ran over a big toad. I was King of the Road on my bike.

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