I sat in my parents' car. Mom had insisted I go with her to pick up Dad from work. Across from Dad's office is a bike store. That was the day my eleven-year-old eyes first saw the purple BMX Mongoose bike. From that day on, all I could think about was that bike. I even drew pictures of the bike in class. Every evening afterward, at five thirty, I eagerly went along with Mom to get Dad.
And every day I told my parents, "I want that bike!" But they disagreed and replied that I had already had a perfectly good bike at home. I'd argue it was old and ugly, thinking that my happiness depended on that purple bike. Days later, I found the store had sold that bike. I knew I'd never be happy again.
A week later, returning home from school, I tripped over something. Lying in the weeds near a river and some wooded lots, was a bike — the exact bike from the store. "Hey, whose bike is this?" I shouted, scanning the area. No one replied, and there was no one in sight. Maybe its owner didn't want it any longer. I couldn't leave it lying in the weeds. So I took it home and hid it behind the garage. Every day after school, I sat there, admiring it. But I didn't feel like riding and didn't feel as happy as I had thought. Thinking about the bike made my stomach tighten and uncomfortable.
A few days later, during lunch at school, my friend said, "Did you hear about Tyler, in the other fifth-grade class? He lost his new purple BMX Mongoose bike he had just gotten for his birthday. He left it by a river while playing in the woods. It got dark, and he couldn't find it."
"I'd never go off and leave a new bike like that. He doesn't deserve to have that bike," I replied. My friend added, "Kids say he's nice. And they say Tyler is upset because his dad worked overtime to buy the bike for him." For the rest of the day, I couldn't stop thinking about Tyler.
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After school, I returned home and dragged to my room.
"I know Tyler's house," Mom said. "I'll drive you there."
