Yesterday was a nice day, so Daddy took me and McKenzie to the playground in our neighborhood. I decided to ride my bike there while Daddy and McKenzie walked.
There are a few hills between our house and the playground, so it was a bit of a challenge. Actually, going down the hills was the scary part. I'd inch forward and then put on the breaks, a few more inches and then the breaks. Going up the hills was easier. I huffed and puffed, but I made it.
When we got to the playground, I missed a turn and found myself hurling down a hill. Luckily a tree stopped me. I hear it was like the time Grandpa used a tree to stop himself when he was skiing. I got a few scratches on my face to show for it.
