Christmas noise

One Christmas, when I was eight years old, I rushed out of my bedroom and into the living room.

I saw my new dirt bike by the Christmas tree. It was a navy blue Yamaha 90 with white stripes, gray rubber handlebar grips, and an electric start.

I walked quickly back to my bedroom and woke my brother up. My brother and I woke my parents up.

My family walked back to the living room. Right when we got there, my dad started the bike up before we knew it. The motor was as loud as my brother's truck.

That sound scared my mom and probably woke the neighbors. Especially because it was so early in the morning. I was excited, but I hope my dad never turns on a dirt bike in the house again.

Tyler Gibbs
Lockeford