Riding my bike I started out onto a street familiar to traffic jams, making sure I stayed on the sidewalk, and continued all the way to the corner and turned left. I pedaled as fast as I could, my LA Light sneakers taking a beating on the cracked pavement. The palm trees dwarfed me as I searched the familiar stores where my mom and I shopped. I leaned over my handlebars and stared at the fork in the road. Which one should I take? I was overcome with an uneasy feeling in my stomach and an overwhelming sensation of helplessness. My brain was an unorganized center of ideas and suggestions th…
