Mia's bicycle was old and a bit rusty. But whenever she got on and stopped steering, it always took her somewhere interesting.
One day she let go of the handlebars on the hill.
The bicycle turned left down a lane she had never noticed. It rattled along a path through tall trees. It crossed a little wooden bridge and stopped at the edge of a pond she didn't know existed.
A family of ducks looked up at her.
Mia looked back. The pond was hidden behind the trees, silent and silver-blue.
She stayed for an hour, watching the ducks, eating her sandwich, listening to nothing.
When she finally got back on and pedalled home, she took the long way — past the lane, just to remember it was there.