I stood there in front of the tree, remembering the day my friend Bob decided to prove the rest of us all cowards as he jumped on that bike. He drove without a helmet or proper clothes and I even saw him wearing flip flops one time. He drove fast and recklessly, just the way he did everything in life, wild and carefree. Me and our other friends had stricter parents and we wouldn’t ever want to be caught riding a motorcycle, but Bob’s parents? They just let him do whatever he wanted. I think they regret that now. They decided to leave the bike right where the fatal accident happened as a memorial of sorts and a reminder to other kids.