Ron-Personal Narrative

When I was ten, I lived at home with my mom, younger brothers Allen and Marcus, and our two pit bulls Willie and Rosie on Crouse Street on the east side of Akron. I was best friends with my neighbor Ron. Ron was often the one that picked out what game or activity we were going to do, which often involved riding bikes throughout the neighborhood. Ron was very tall, pale, and a year older than me. It was a typical, Friday evening, and I was eager to leave school early so I could get my belongings from my locker. Ron’s mom took us home on Fridays and didn’t like for us to be late. I headed outside around the recess section of the school that is alongside a tree line where my school has an eight foot fence blocking it off. We leaned on the fence and talked about what we did at school until his mom came to pick us up.
Before leaving the car Ron's mom told him to go inside and finish washing the dishes from the previous night. Ron knowing I dont have a bike told me, “You can ride one of my bikes while I'm inside.” While Ron was busy inside, I took it upon myself to go next door to my house, so I could get a early start on my homework, therefore giving me more time to play outside. After I finished, I changed clothes, and put on some basketball shorts, and some busted Jordans. I walked through my backyard next door and sneaked to the back porch, for his mother doesn't like anyone in their backyard due to his beagle Ram’s barking. I got to his pouch and grabbed his huffy bike from the back porch near