Full Speed Ahead: My Journey with Kit

Kit hands me a nickel for the trolley: a buffalo on one side, a Native American on the other, dated 1928. My modern money would be useless here.

The trolley stop sits on a busy corner, cars rushing by, trucks spewing smoke, horns honking. The trolley squeals to a stop, and people spill out. Kit climbs aboard, but I hesitate as a bell clangs so loudly it rattles Buddy, so I scoop him into my arms.

Kit asks if I’ve ridden a trolley before. I admit Mom always drives me, instantly regretting how pampered it sounds. Kit just shrugs and says we’ll miss it if we don’t hurry, climbing aboard with me right behind her.

We pay our fares, but then disaster strikes. The bell clangs again, Buddy leaps from my arms, and he vanishes down the street. Kit and I shout for him.