“Hey guys would you go to Byron Center and buy bananas?”
“Okay!” my brothers and I said at the same time. Our mom gave us five dollars so we could ride our bikes into town and buy her bananas.
“Jeremy you take the lead and your brothers can follow you,” instructed my mom. My brothers and I had a discussion about what path we were going to take to get to the store. We decided to cut through the housing development near our house because it would be safer.
The trip was uneventful other than I had to ride on the back of a tricycle while my brother John was peddling it. My bike had a popped tire.
On the ride home, Jeremy lead the way again and carried the