TMD Introduction

Short story:
I remember walking out to the driveway on my fifth birthday and finding a brand new blue bike with black tires and a giant red bow on the handlebars. Immediately, my five-year-old face lit up with joy. This bike was my first ticket to go beyond the driveway on my own. It was my first experience of freedom.
Everyday my friends and I rode the path down the dirt path that curved along the trees through our neighborhood. Feeling the wind at our backs and seeing our houses grow smaller in the distance made us feel beyond our years. Everyday, while we were on our bikes, we felt that we were the only people on Earth.
"The enormity of our endeavor escaped us in those moments; all we could se was the dust on the road ahead and ourselves on the bike, devouring kilometers in our flight." (22)