I remember one bright, sunny day, set in the summer. I had recent trouble with my bike, for it was far too slow, broken brakes, and tires that just could not be pumped. So my parents took me out to get a new one. When we arrived to the bike shop, I set my eyes upon a beautiful, green bike. I gave it a test ride, and it zoomed far away from the store within seconds. I eagerly chose this one, without a second's delay. Oh, I rode that beautiful bike for miles, into the forests, on the roads, even getting lost on some rides. Now, a couple of weeks later, I was on one of my daily rides towards the park. I remember the sun gleaming brighter than ever. As I rode upon the sidewalk, a car was leaving from a local walgreens. Me being young and naive, thought that the car was waiting for me to cross. I was right beside the side of the big red pickup truck when all of a sudden, it bumped into me, sending me flying off my beautiful bike. I quickly sprung up, my hands in the air. I was dazed, but otherwise fine. My bike on the other hand looked like it had been squashed like in the cartoons. I arrived home, remembering that I was waiting so long for my new bike. It took approximately three weeks before I saw my favorite green bike again. I guess sometimes life has a hole, and you never really know what you have until it's gone.