“Go outside Samantha..” I grab my helmet on my way out. I think to myself why can’t they just pick something to eat already. Oh wait I forgot my toy…ugh the door is locked and he’s yelling again. Oh well, as I do a few rounds the apartment manager comes over..”Where are your parents?” Inside the house…” She says..” Well, you’re not allowed to ride your bike here.” Out of curiosity I ask her about the dog the old man has even tho dogs aren’t allowed. She tells me..”He has been here since before these apartments were here.” That makes sense I think. As she left I kept riding my bike until they unlocked the door. Finally they open the door and decided what we are having for dinner.
Although I have many memories this is where I can say it began..