I love riding around my driveway on my white, pink, and purple bike that has a basket on the front decorated with flowers. But there is one problem, I don’t know how to ride a bike without training wheels. Today though, I am going to change that. My mom scheduled a lesson for me and my brother to learn how to ride a bike. I am extremely excited but also kind of nervous.
What if I fall? What if I scrape my knee? What if I can’t do it! I hear my mom yelling some words inside the house, so I put my bike on to the side of the garage and rush into the house.
“It’s time to go,” she yells “Get your water bottles and head out to the car or we are going to be late!” I sprint over to the fridge, grab my water bottle, rush back to the garage, and take a look at where I parked my bike. It is missing! My thoughts race and I panic. Where could it be? I decide to get into the car and ask my mom, “You have my bike, right?”
“Yup! Now where is your brother we are going to be late,” she says.
I feel so relieved, now the only problem is we might be late to our lesson. My brother comes rushing out of the door and yells, “Where is my water bottle, I can’t find it!” My brother can never find anything himself, so I rush into the house for the second time, open the fridge, get his blue, shiny water bottle out and hop back into the door. “Here is your water,” I tell him.
“Wow! You found it I was looking everywhere but couldn’t catch a sight of it, thanks!” he replies. My mom types in the address into the GPS and it says 12 minutes away, perfect! We are going to be right on time.
We leave the driveway of our house and start to go the direction of the parking lot we are going to. On the way, I spot an ice cream shop. “Can we go get ice cream after?” I ask my mom. “Ok sure!” she replies. I am so content; I am extremely eager to go. I sit and daydream about what flavors I should get. Strawberry, no vanilla, wait no chocolate, how about all of them! As I am daydreaming about my favorite food, I suddenly realize that we are just a couple hundred feet from our destination.
I hop out of the car and my mom gets my bike out. I skip to the parking lot, hauling my bike over on the side of me. A welcoming lady with some tools and a bike greets us. “Hi, my name is Daniele, I am going to be teaching you guys how to ride a bike.”, she says. I walk onto the cement and bring my bike over. She opens her toolbox and takes out a screwdriver and a couple more tools that look like wrenches. It takes a few minutes, but when she steps back, I see she has taken my training wheels off.
Daniele tells me to hop on this weird bike looking thing, but with no wheels. I ride around the lot on it and it feels very new. “Great job!”, she exclaims. We then move onto the next step, riding my bike. “Push off from the floor to start then pedal just like you do with your training wheels, you did an extraordinary job balancing on the bike with no wheels so just try and pedal,” she explains.
“Ok!”, I reply. I push off from the ground and start pedaling, I did it! I think to myself. I get so confident that I even try turning, but fail. “Just try not to move the handles of your bike so far left or right, just make a slight movement,” Daniele explains. I try a slight movement and it works! I have finally learned how to ride a bike. I feel so joyful and thrilled. Now I can ride around my driveway! “Thank you!”, I say.
What if I fall? What if I scrape my knee? What if I can’t do it! I hear my mom yelling some words inside the house, so I put my bike on to the side of the garage and rush into the house.
“It’s time to go,” she yells “Get your water bottles and head out to the car or we are going to be late!” I sprint over to the fridge, grab my water bottle, rush back to the garage, and take a look at where I parked my bike. It is missing! My thoughts race and I panic. Where could it be? I decide to get into the car and ask my mom, “You have my bike, right?”
“Yup! Now where is your brother we are going to be late,” she says.
I feel so relieved, now the only problem is we might be late to our lesson. My brother comes rushing out of the door and yells, “Where is my water bottle, I can’t find it!” My brother can never find anything himself, so I rush into the house for the second time, open the fridge, get his blue, shiny water bottle out and hop back into the door. “Here is your water,” I tell him.
“Wow! You found it I was looking everywhere but couldn’t catch a sight of it, thanks!” he replies. My mom types in the address into the GPS and it says 12 minutes away, perfect! We are going to be right on time.
We leave the driveway of our house and start to go the direction of the parking lot we are going to. On the way, I spot an ice cream shop. “Can we go get ice cream after?” I ask my mom. “Ok sure!” she replies. I am so content; I am extremely eager to go. I sit and daydream about what flavors I should get. Strawberry, no vanilla, wait no chocolate, how about all of them! As I am daydreaming about my favorite food, I suddenly realize that we are just a couple hundred feet from our destination.
I hop out of the car and my mom gets my bike out. I skip to the parking lot, hauling my bike over on the side of me. A welcoming lady with some tools and a bike greets us. “Hi, my name is Daniele, I am going to be teaching you guys how to ride a bike.”, she says. I walk onto the cement and bring my bike over. She opens her toolbox and takes out a screwdriver and a couple more tools that look like wrenches. It takes a few minutes, but when she steps back, I see she has taken my training wheels off.
Daniele tells me to hop on this weird bike looking thing, but with no wheels. I ride around the lot on it and it feels very new. “Great job!”, she exclaims. We then move onto the next step, riding my bike. “Push off from the floor to start then pedal just like you do with your training wheels, you did an extraordinary job balancing on the bike with no wheels so just try and pedal,” she explains.
“Ok!”, I reply. I push off from the ground and start pedaling, I did it! I think to myself. I get so confident that I even try turning, but fail. “Just try not to move the handles of your bike so far left or right, just make a slight movement,” Daniele explains. I try a slight movement and it works! I have finally learned how to ride a bike. I feel so joyful and thrilled. Now I can ride around my driveway! “Thank you!”, I say.
