Candy Apple

Rose excitedly walked her first two-wheeler bicycle from the store to the car. "We'll put the training wheels on when we get home," Dad said as he loaded it into the back of the van. "I'll help you learn to ride it too.""I don't need training wheels! I can ride my bike all by myself," said Rose. "I'll name it Candy Apple because it's red." She grinned. "Since I can't have a horse, I'll pretend my bike is one," she declared, picturing herself zooming around the block. As soon as they got home, Dad unloaded the bike before going into the house. "I'll be right back," he said as Rose wheeled the new bike to the front sidewalk. Impatient, she didn't wait for Dad. She put one foot on a pedal and shoved off. She lifted her other foot, but she started to tip over and quickly put her feet back on the ground. She tried again, but the bike kept tipping over.Just then Dad arrived and grabbed the tilting handlebars. "Looks like you could use a helping hand with this bucking bronco," he said. "Whoa,