I ride my tricycle up and down the driveway.  I have done it so often that I have every crack and bump memorized. I ride from the garage, past the side door, and down the hill to the sidewalk and back.  All day I ride up and down back and forth in my own small safe world.

I am happy on my driveway dreaming of imaginary worlds with the every push of the peddle.  That is what consumed my days when my yard was my Universe.  Riding my tricycle and having the love of my family was all that mattered to me.

One day while riding on my tricycle the sun stopped burning down on me and a cloud covered the sunshine.  The wind came and found me and blew around me.  It blew my hair around my face and made noise in my ears.  I could hear it.  It whispered that there is a better place to ride my bike.  It told me that the sidewalk was much more fun.  I squinted at the sidewalk and it asked me to roll up and down it's back like I did on the driveway.

I jumped off the bike and ran to the brown wooden screen door yelling for my mom to come!  She came to the door carrying one of my baby brothers on her hip.  I was surprised that she said it was OK to leave the yard.  I felt so grown up. 

I took off on my tricycle never looking back and as happy as I could be.  I rolled down the cement hill of our driveway sticking out my feet as I took the curve onto the sidewalk that wanted me.  The wind was right; this was more fun than the driveway.

I found many interesting things along the way.  Somethings good and other things bad.  Somethings I found along the way I shoved in my pocket and saved and other things I just tossed away.

Many years have passed and I am done peddling and the fun is not exciting anymore.  I turn my tricycle back toward home but the wind is strong and it is hard to peddle.  I make it to the end of the old driveway so excited to share all my treasures I have found along the way.  The hill is steep so I get off the tricycle and walk the rest of the way.  I get to the door but it isn't a brown wooden screen door anymore.  I call for my mom and she doesn't come to the door.  The wind and the sidewalk tricked me.  My perfect world is gone, nothing is the same anymore.