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Motorcycle Mischief

                                     
         I'm writing this story about my dad because I thought it was funny and very clever. When my dad was about six years old, he and his older brother (my uncle) played a trick on their mother (my grandma) by using a mini Honda motorcycle. My dad wasn't allowed to ride the motorcycle because he was to young. When his mom was washing dishes, they knew she would be looking out the sink's window. They turned on the motorcycle behind the house, put it in neutral and my dad's brother gave him a strong push so it looked like he was riding the motorcycle past the window his mom was looking out. Grandma definitely saw him riding the motorcycle (as so it seemed) and raced out the door yelling, "Jeffrey! Get off that motorcycle right now!" Dad and his brother started laughing as they explained to her that it was a trick and that the motorcycle wasn't in gear. They sure had given their mother a fright!

   by, Olivia Heidner 


      

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  1. Ellie BMarch 28, 2020 at 10:09 AM

    I really like it Olivia! Sounds like they had fun!

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  2. Sage_Co-op_Dialectic_2020April 1, 2020 at 12:52 PM

    Very fun story! Did he ever get to ride that dirt bike for real when he was older?

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  3. IsaacApril 2, 2020 at 8:42 AM

    That is a funny story

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  4. A StrongApril 7, 2020 at 9:17 AM

    That's certainly um . . . creative! I probably would have done the same thing.

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  5. A StrongApril 7, 2020 at 9:20 AM

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