"Stop right there," he yelled. One or two cars sped by me, and once again, Grampy stepped off the curb."Come on, now," he said, "Run." I did. Cool brown foam sprayed my hands."Don\'t ever do that alone," he warned. I held the coke bottle tightly, fearful he would make me pour it into a cup, ruining this dream come true. He didn\'t. One long swallow of the cold beverage cooled my sweating body. I don\'t think I ever felt so proud.