Ever since the tube that connected me to my mother in ways that helped me breath, feed and live had been cut I’ve been living in complete discomfort trying to survive on my own. Since that day, that evil day which if were a few years back would allow me to buy alcohol, my parents have made my life unlivable. From morning to night I dread the reoccurring voices that scold my ways and me. The same voices that tell me I’m never good enough. The walls that shelter me from the outside world can not be called a home if it can not be lived in. How could a person want

to be home if all they ever want to do is leave. How I always want to get away from all that angers me. If there were only something that would set me free.

As I rode home the sky turned bright and blue. The roads were clear and the birds chirped gracefully. I rode up the hot, black top that brings me to the side of my house. I felt a hard crisp wind hit my body as I lifted my self off the bicycle. I ignored it and walked slowly towards my door. My hand touched the brass knob that is the doorway to my own hell, but I hesitated to spin it. I turned around and stared at my block and then to my bike. I realized something at that very moment. The configuration of black chrome, steel and rubber would be my escape. I no longer cared what would go on around me since my mind would only have room for “BMX”. I always knew I could finally get away. For those few moments that I rode with the wind, I was free. After this day I would put all my time into biking. These three letters would now be my life. The door behind me slid open as I saw my mother’s smile. I gladly walked in, knowing I wouldn’t see this world the same way again!

I ran back up my stairs with much difficulty. My legs seemed as a Jell-O mold that globed back and forth. As I was ripping apart my closet I found my rouged jean pants and my black long sleeve shirt with a bright blue logo on the front. The logo consisted of the letters ‘B’ and ‘M’ but the last letter was covered by the dirt that makes my life exciting. I grabbed my backpack, which hugged my back like a pair of toe socks. I opened the bag to pull out my knee saver pads, followed by a pair of supper grip gloves, which were custom made to fit my hands. I ran down the first five steps and then made an amazing leap hitting my legs against the wooden paneled walls, and having all the items in my hands fall to the ground. Without any thought I put on the armor and lifted the item my eyes had popped out of their sockets for. With the two wheels spinning I carried its chrome frame up the stairs and out the door, not realizing the blood relatives in the household were in total rage at the action that was taking place. I hopped down the last three stairs to feel the heat of the sun against my neck and face, followed by a light breeze that made the day perfect in every way.

As I studied my surrounding area to plan out my goal, I saw that the only dirt jump that I would be able to make a trick off of would be one of the doubles, that was made of two pairs of take-offs and landings. These four compacted, smooth piles of dirt would be my main focus for my upcoming actions. I took many laps around the environment to make sure no small flaws would be ab

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