My Bike
copyright 1997 Cheryl Paton (page 2)
more. �All twelve were sold in an about an hour, and I had orders for six more! �I also had enough money to buy lots of extra yarn.
So I bought more yarn, and again diligently worked making potholders. �I completed the ones for the orders first, and then I made more. �The next Saturday I delivered the orders and then I knocked on new doors.
And that's how it went, at least to my knowledge at the time.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to me, my parents were very impressed with my endeavor. �However, they had also begun to worry about my brother and sister. �They didn't want them to feel left out. �So my parents began looking for a way of buying all three of us bikes.
They spoke to several relatives about it and one of them knew someone who worked in a bike factory. �Perhaps they could get the bikes wholesale, they thought. �They would check into it.
Yes, was the answer. �So we made the trip. �A twelve-hour drive! �I actually couldn't believe we were doing this. �Even though we would get to see relatives, what about my plans and all my work, I wondered. �I had felt good, doing something on my own.
But anyway, I waited quietly throughout the long drive. �That night we stayed at my aunt's house.
The next day I anxiously looked forward to going to the bike factory. �But when it came time to go, I couldn't believe my ears.
� "No, you can't go. �We're not sure how its going to work out; and a bike factory is no place to take kids," my father said. �I couldn't believe what I was hearing. �If they weren't �

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