The motorbike was kind of ugly. It was rusty and really, really old. In fact, it had belong to my grandfathers father. But for some weird reason my dad saved it when my grandfather died. Frankly, I thought it was really stupid keeping it, I mean, you couldn't even drive it. But I still loved that old motorbike, 'cause it reminded me of my granddad, when he used to give me a ride to the old bridge by the big lake when I was a little kid. So when my seventeenth birthday came, and my dad gave me the old motorbike, I was so happy, I danced around the whole house. My dad had painted the motorbike light blue but it was still a bit rusty here and there. Which led to this moment, right now. Im sitting on the old bridge by the big lake where my granddad used to take me, with the motorbike parked behind me. My dog, Melvin, is running around me, happily barking. He loves the lake as much as I do. He's communicating on his happy dog-way with the little turtle that has sticked it's head out of the long grass. I laugh as the scared turtle quickly disappear in the grass. Melvin gives up the thought becoming best friends with the turtle and starts chasing a butterfly instead. While I sit on the old bridge and watch the sun slowly set over the tired city.
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