I'm in a store, I can smell new paint and rubber, I think. Wow, so many colors, the helmets are really cool. Will I get one? He wants me to stand up, pull on his hands. There are more people here than I thought. So how long are my legs, my arms, I don't know. He writes the numbers down. This is okay, my Dad is smiling.
Cameras? Why the cameras? It's a little warm in here. What did he say? Can I stand again? Sure I can. Does he know I can't stand for very long? I wish my sister would get out of the way. She gets a lot of attention. At least I got out of school early for this.
Most of my cousins have bicycles. One of my friends rides his bike to school. I can't ride my older brother's bike, we tried. I think I might fall off of it. My grandfather tried to help me but that didn't work out.
What color do I want? I'm not sure yet. I've looked at a lot of bikes in the newspaper advertisements. Can I really choose the color? That would be nice since I can't even choose the color of my shirt each morning. I think they think I am still a baby or something. Well, I am not a baby any more.
Time to leave? What about the bike? How do I get one of these?
I'm a Variety child.