I was in 7th or 8th grade and had left an important paper at home. School wasn’t tooo far, though it seemed lime miles & miles & miles and miles. I ran home during lunch break, grabbed the papers and my bicycle and peddled like mad along BOCA CHICA BLVD!!! (a 6-lane divided roadway, right before ‘freeway’) to school and made it to the after lunch class on time. Red-faced, panting hard and sweaty as all get out, but butt in seat by second bell. By the time the paper class came along I was pretty much normal. Better yet, my brother covered for me when my best friend’s mom picked him up (doctor appointment, I think) and I biked home along a saner neighborhood street system and was innocently doing homework when Mom came home.
I was in 7th or 8th grade and had left an important paper at home. School wasn’t tooo far, though it seemed lime miles & miles & miles and miles. I ran home during lunch break, grabbed the papers and my bicycle and peddled like mad along BOCA CHICA BLVD!!! (a 6-lane divided roadway, right before ‘freeway’) to school and made it to the after lunch class on time. Red-faced, panting hard and sweaty as all get out, but butt in seat by second bell. By the time the paper class came along I was pretty much normal. Better yet, my brother covered for me when my best friend’s mom picked him up (doctor appointment, I think) and I biked home along a saner neighborhood street system and was innocently doing homework when Mom came home.