My Bike
copyright 1997 Cheryl Paton (page 2)
more.  All twelve were sold in an about an hour, and I had orders for six more!  I also had enough money to buy lots of extra yarn.
So I bought more yarn, and again diligently worked making potholders.  I completed the ones for the orders first, and then I made more.  The next Saturday I delivered the orders and then I knocked on new doors.
And that's how it went, at least to my knowledge at the time.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to me, my parents were very impressed with my endeavor.  However, they had also begun to worry about my brother and sister.  They didn't want them to feel left out.  So my parents began looking for a way of buying all three of us bikes.
They spoke to several relatives about it and one of them knew someone who worked in a bike factory.  Perhaps they could get the bikes wholesale, they thought.  They would check into it.
Yes, was the answer.  So we made the trip.  A twelve-hour drive!  I actually couldn't believe we were doing this.  Even though we would get to see relatives, what about my plans and all my work, I wondered.  I had felt good, doing something on my own.
But anyway, I waited quietly throughout the long drive.  That night we stayed at my aunt's house.
The next day I anxiously looked forward to going to the bike factory.  But when it came time to go, I couldn't believe my ears.
  "No, you can't go.  We're not sure how its going to work out; and a bike factory is no place to take kids," my father said.  I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  If they weren't  
 
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