Article May 13, 1967 Issue

It Never Happened in Truth!

[For children]

BLANCHE S. NIGHTINGALE

Linda was learning to ride her first two-wheeled bicycle. It was blue and silver, with a little basket attached to the handlebars. She still wobbled a bit sometimes, but with the wind blowing through her hair, she enjoyed pedaling fast.

One day she asked Mother if she might go across the road to the home of a friend of hers whose driveway was long and winding and blacktopped all the way. Mother had an errand to do at the store, but she said that Linda might ride up and down the driveway until she came back.

When Linda's mother drove up to the garage after doing her errand, she saw the beautiful new bicycle lying on its side in the gravel. Linda was in her bedroom lying on her bed crying. When she heard her mother, she called to her to come upstairs. She told her that she had fallen from her bike while whizzing down her friend's drive. She could not even remember how she had gotten home, she said. And there was a big lump on the back of her head.

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