BIKE THIEF

I REMEMBER ONCE MY DAD, MY MOM, MY LITTLE SISTER AND I WALKED DOWN TO THE RIVER AT THE END OF OUR ROAD. I WAS ABOUT SIX YEARS OLD. I DON'T REMEMBER WHAT THE HELL WE ALL DID DOWN THERE. ANYWAY, ON THE WAY BACK TO THE HOUSE SOME DUDE LEISURELY BIKED BY ALL OF US ON MY DAD'S BIKE. THERE WAS ABSOLUTELY NO DOUBT THAT THIS GUY WAS ON MY DAD'S BIKE. EVEN MY LITTLE SISTER, WHO WAS LIKE 4, SAYS SHE REMEMBERS THIS. ANYWAY MY DAD STARED THIS DUDE DOWN WITH THIS LOOK OF FURY AS THE GUY BIKED PAST US ALL, BUT HE DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING! SO WE DIDN'T, EITHER.

ANYWAY SO WE GET HOME AND THE GARAGE DOOR IS OPEN AND MY DAD'S LIKE, "WHY THE HELL IS THE GARAGE DOOR OPEN" AND THEN HE PEEKS IN THERE AND YELLS OUT, "SOMEBODY STOLE MY BIKE!!!!!!!"