Mini bike boy

Mini bike boy. Moment in time

Broom!, Broom! I hear a motorbike, no its a minibike with a young boy on it, seven or eight years old I think. The dirt on the track flies onto my face. The boy looks tense, his muscles tightening every now and again, is he scared?

Standing on the parched brown grass is a man. He’s just standing there like a blob, in a light blue shirt and some  white oily jeans. The boy’s father I suspect. The kid is wearing a proper riding jacket with a great big helmet. Through it I see large dark brown eyes that have a twinkle in them. The sky is as blue as its supposed to be and the summer’s sun makes the man’s dark hair glisten. The trees wave wildly in the wind to the wide open space which seems to wave back.

I remember in the holidays when I went to my grandparent’s house in the country, their neighbors had minibikes. I used to spend ages watching them race and always wished I could join them, but now I think its scary. I wonder if mini biking is safe?

The boy doesn't look scared any more, and he’s younger than me!     

By: Danielle