It Was Gone
When I was 7 years old, we went on a family trip to the Grand Canyon. During the drive, my favorite blanket flew out the window and I was devastated. Not too long after the incident, we stopped at a service station. I found an old bench and was about to eat my sandwich when a huge frightening biker pulled into the station. He asked, “Is that your blue Ford?” My mom nodded hesitantly. The man pulled out my blanket from his jacket pocket and handed it to her. He returned to his motorcycle, but not before I repaid him with my sandwich.