A tale about a boy, his friends and an enchanted bicycle.
Thick marsh clung to dilapidated trees all along the climb to the top of Lookout Ridge. This was our sanctuary of freedom from everything we despised most. Those things in order were: school, chores, and parents. It wasn’t that we despised the things themselves so much as the oppression of our freedoms those things represented. We were a small gang of four. Our leader, Benny Chambers, was a year older than the rest of us. He lived at the end of my neighborhood and homeschooled, which meant he was the leader of freedom.
