the gift

A very special gift that I have once received was my second bike. This was special to me because my first bike was a kids bike with training wheels and after I learned how to ride it was a big moment. The way I got it was as well special because it was a tiny box and when I opened it there was my moms keys (the car I drove in). I opened her trunk like she said and there was my dads truck keys. I opened the trunk nad there it was in all of it's glory. This was also special to me because I have h.           ad it since I was around 6 years old and have only recently replaced from rust (I still have it). So I have had this bike for around 7 years. This bike was a green mongoose with pegs, no gears, and hand brakes (which was all very new). So for all of these reasons this why this gift meant a lot to me.

My name

My first name Stone. In this blog I will be talking about my last name. My last name originated from my great grandpa. He was Amish and for some of my grandpas life he was too. My grandpa was until he wanted to get a mustang is when he stopped. My grandpa ended up in ohio where my dad was born who married to my mom, moved to Illinios where I was born.