Good Times

      It all began on a sunny day going downhill on our bikes. Not a care in the world as the wind hit our faces. There were 15 of us and we all were very poor but we all had bikes. That is all that mattered. We would take long trips on ours bike and I hand the bike that the chain fell off every few blocks. These were the good days and we did not have a care in the world. Drinking water from whose was okay. Some of my friends were troublemakers and other where just followers. However, in the end we all got in trouble. We lived close to the wood and decided to build a tree house. I found a big tree by the lake that seemed to be big and strong enough to hold a tree house. We thought of some ideas and just started clearing the top branches as others looked on. The branches became swords and started fighting with each other. There was an old boat on the lake. It looked old. Six of us got on the boat before we noticed there were no prattles. One by one, they were jumping off pushing the boat into the water more and more as there went on. I was the last one to jump off and did reach the shore hitting the water…..