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My First Bike Ride
My first and least wanted bike sailed down the street as the wind whipped past my face. I exclaimed, “I’m doing it!” I then screamed, “How do I stop?!” The bicycle gained velocity. I jammed my fingers into every button I could manage to wedge my fingers into. I found the brake. Upon pressing it, I found that I was had gained too much velocity to stop. The bike I was riding disappeared out from under me so instantaneously that I hit the pavement under me still pedaling my feet. That was the only control I had. I than tumbled down the hill I first tried to ride on. My body was unharmed at the bottom, but my pride had taken a major beating.
The story started early that Christmas morning, to the sound of silence. I sprinted across the hall to wake my mom from her slumber, than walked calmly down the hall to the kitchen where she put biscuits in the oven, causing us to wait until somebody woke up, or the oven timer went off. My little brother groggily dragged himself down the hall. I took the job of waking my dad while my mom woke my older brother.
Our family gathered around the Christmas tree. We handed out presents (from youngest to oldest), and then proceeded to open them. I searched around the tree on hands and knees, hoping to see something I had missed. After not finding anything, my mom suggested I go check outside. After arriving outside, I found a brand new bike. It’s orange paint glistened in the Christmas sun.
After my initial response was anger. After that passed, I mounted my bike. After my first incident of falling off, I was ready to give up and march inside. My mom convinced me to try one more time before giving up. I got on again, making sure to start at the bottom of the hill. I started to pedal away from my family, managing to even turn around and pedal back to them.
We than had to get ready for the party at my aunt’s house. When our family arrived, I bragged to all of my cousins who came to that party. We played around and joked with each other. I even showed off on my cousin’s bike. It was my favorite Christmas of all time, and showed me never to give up at what I do.
Article posted October 23, 2011 at 03:52 PM •
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