Easy as riding a bike

“Are you ready?” asked Dad.

I clenched my fists around the silver handlebars and tried to balance on the bouncy bike seat.

“I don't think so.” My voice shook. Before me stretched a meadow full of bumps and holes. Under me wiggled a bike with no extra wheels in the back. Nothing about this felt right.

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