“Stand up, José!” I heard a strong voice yell behind me. “Stand up!” I turned around, not prepared for the barrage of children, of varying ages and two-wheeled vehicles that were upon me. I jumped out of the way as each one made their way toward the one hill that emerges along the bay front. They were each variations of each other - brothers and sisters - maybe five or six of them. Smiles and blowing hair in the wind, streamers, and multi-colored reflectors, big and small handle bars, all picking up speed as they approached the ascent. Then came...

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