Taking out the Trash

I got to write a short, true story for language arts, and decided to make it about how I take out the trash- on my bicycle. This is what I wrote:

The girl stepped out of the garage hefting up a trash bag on her shoulder, setting it down in front of her bicycle, which stood ready in front of the door; then cocked her head and studied it. Seeming to come to a conclusion, she  lifted the bag up onto the bar of her bicycle and started to walk it. She did so until she came to the second cattle-guard, and then mounted it and flew down the hill that was her driveway. Reaching the bottom, she squeezed her brakes and came to a sudden stop. Miraculously, the trash bag was still firmly placed on the bar of her vehicle. She lifted it down, and threw it inside the bin that stood by the road. Then she walked across the road to her mailbox, and put the contents in the satchel at her side. Then, walking to her bicycle and mounting it again, she slowly started to pedal back up the hill. She smiled. She loved taking out the trash.

Side note:
If you have been to our house, you probably know what I mean about a hill being our driveway! Also, It is just about the longest driveway I have ever seen!

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