Write about a time you broke something.
Have I told the story about my tricycle? I was too old for my trike at about the age of
five or six. I wanted a bike, but either
my parents couldn’t afford one, or they didn’t think about purchasing me more
freedom. My tricycle was my only mode of
transportation. Unfortunately, the wheel
was messed up. I asked and asked my dad
to fix it. He didn’t. One day, I got tired of waiting. I went to the back porch where he kept all his
tools. Looking through all of them, I
determined the hammer was the best option. Outside I went. I pounded and pounded. When I showed Dad what I did and how I needed
help, he probably laughed. I had fixed
the trike alright, to never work again. I will say though that when I got
older, Dad fixed things quicker when I asked.
Also, the hammer, I wonder if I was summoning my inner Thor. He is my favorite superhero....
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