On the 19th of December every year we go to my Grandad’s grave, and leave something there to remember him on his birthday! Usually we bring him some flowers or something nice, but this year we decided to bring him something unusual! His old bike. When Grandad was young he always rode on his bright yellow bike and that was that, he loved his bike and always told us grandkids about it. But how grandad died do you ask he sadly had a collision with a truck that was going way too fast and smashed into a large power pole!