I was ten years old and it was prize giving at school.
I had passed the cycling proficiency at school, followed all the rules.
I was sitting in the choir when I was called up to receive my badge
from the headteacher who said something about being glad
that I had taken time to sit and pas the test.
As she pinned it on me, I heard Pssss.
Boys are horrible.
The Culprit
Her name was called out by the head teacher.
She was sitting in the choir section and I could see her
hesitate as she stood, shy as she was.
As the badge was pinned on her clothes,
I whispered the sound of a tyre going down.
She blushed, turned around and gave me a frown.