Arden slowly wheeled a two-wheeler bike out to the empty acre of the Barney Circus. She gripped the banana-shaped seat tightly, remembering the last time she rode one of these things with a frown on her face. That outing, where she and her friend Selene were riding through the streets of their neighborhood, resulted in Arden crashing into the mailbox and requiring seventeen stiches in her forehead. That was eight years ago.
She came to a smoother spot in the gravel and sighed, then threw a leg up over the bike, sitting on the - rather uncomfortable- seat. Her feet met the pedals, and she started to ride. Instantly, her feet remembered how to ride a bike, and she was practically flying.
That is, she was flying until her front tire hit a rather large rock. She flew off, landing in a cloud of brown dust. "Ooph," she grunted as she landed.
