My Bright Purple Bike.

Block by block I pedal my wheels.

My bright purple bike once again makes it up the infamous hill.

I wish for the day I can effortlessly make my way around.

Soon the day has come and I trade two wheels for four. 

I buckle my seatbelt for the first time without supervison.

I drive mile by mile rather than pedal block by block.

Years later after I look around the garage to see the bright purple bike collecting dust. 

Why did I wish to grow up?

Now life is full of  makeup and breakups.

I just long to go back in time and pedal up the hill.

To take in the fresh air after a long day of play.

Life moves too fast.

Especially when you are slowly riding your bright purple bike.