Aesthetic short stories

Gone

Riding down the road in this quiet little neighborhood, my overalls and light up shoes on. Long striped socks and a yellow shirt. My hair was in two pig tail braids, i was the definition of your typical 6 yr old.

My princess bike with streamers coming out of the handles, i felt so happy. My mom was behind me taking picture's, because i finally figured out how to work a bicycle with training wheels. I gripped my tiny sticky fingers around the colorful handle bars and flored it.

A face of no fear on my baby face, as i zoomed down that hill feeling the rush of hot air against my face. That weird feeling of adrenaline i had that one moment was the beginning of my life as a biker. Becuase 6 yr old me was determined to be one. So of course i had to practice now, by zooming down the slight slopes in the road.

I heard my mom call my name, but i was going to fast to turn around. Then that feeling of excitement soon drained away as i realized that i couldn't stop. I panicked and steered my bike all over the road, and i guess i hit something because before i knew it i was flying through the air and back onto the hard ground with a thud.

I groaned, and felt my eyes prick with tears. I landed on my arms, and they really hurt along with my knees. My hands were scuffed as i looked at them with blurry eyes. A gush of tears spilled down as my 6 yr old self went into crying mode.

The sounds of my mom running down to get me, a pair of amrs wrapping around my tiny waist.

"Let me help you, sweetie."

Before i could do anything, i was dragged away into darkness.

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