Lil' Matthew Gets Caught

There I was crouched behind a red Ford Taurus parked up the block from our house. I had no shirt on. My hands were wrapped around a scooter that Leah had given to me 10 years ago as a birthday gift. Just a few minutes ago, I had been zooming up the block and then riding the downhill back to our driveway on my swank Sharper Image scooter, the wind billowing in the hair — both on my head and on my chest.

But then I spotted my neighbor Kevin leaving his house. I ducked behind the Taurus. I would rather not be spotted by my tough manly neighbor riding my scooter shirtless.

I was hoping he was just getting something he left in his car. Nope.
Then I was hoping he was going to drive the other way down the street. Nope.
He came right toward me. I had to make a snap decision. I didn’t want to be caught, but worse I didn’t want to be caught hiding.

So I decided to own it.

I emerged from my hiding place jumped on my scooter and stood tall as I coasted home.

Kevin stopped the car, rolled down his window and waited…

I pulled to a stop. He leaned out of his window and with a big grin on his face said: “Time to go home lil' Matthew. Time to go home.”