Learning to ride a bike is basically in everyone’s childhood. The memories of getting you first bike then riding it with your parents are so nostalgic.
I still remember when, at the age of 5, got a pink Hello Kitty bike. The moment I locked eyes with the bicycle, my eyes lit up like lightbulbs. I played with the handlebar streamers that the bike was included with. My jaw dropped when I saw the little Hello Kitty clips on the bike wheels. When I rolled the bike, I poked each one of the clips as they spun around in circles.
After I was done admiring the gorgeous bicycle, I hoped on and stared learning to ride it. Whenever I wanted to ride, my parents were always watch me, just in case I somehow fell with my trainer wheels on.
Two years later, the trainer wheels were in shambles and I had to learn how to ride without them. I struggled a bit, having my mom hold my handles while I’m trying to turn the bike.
I kept on leaning to one side to hard. So, I figured that whenever that happens, I’ll try to lean to the other side, but it never worked.
At 7 years old, something tragic happened. I don’t have a clear memory what exactly happened, but I have a hint.
It was a sunny, spring day. My mom was beside me, ready whenever trouble struck. I had ridden a few practice rounds, and my mom decided it was ok to let go of me. Let me be free.
After she let go, I bent over to the left and my bike followed me. Luckily, my mom was watching me and caught me just in time. A second to late and I would’ve crashed into a neighbor’s car. They wouldn’t be too happy.
Now, my brother’s trying to learn how to ride his bike. He didn’t start out with trainer wheels like me, but I’m sure he’ll get there.
Whenever my mom guides him through an empty school parking lot, I join them and ride my bike easily with no help needed. I tend to tease him by riding in circles around him.
I’m going into high school soon. Walking back home would take so long that I will need to ride my bike. I am excited to go to high school and coming back to feel the breeze blowing into my face.
I’m still a teenager who needs to improve their skills, as I still tend to lean one way, but I fix it after which is what matters.
I still remember when, at the age of 5, got a pink Hello Kitty bike. The moment I locked eyes with the bicycle, my eyes lit up like lightbulbs. I played with the handlebar streamers that the bike was included with. My jaw dropped when I saw the little Hello Kitty clips on the bike wheels. When I rolled the bike, I poked each one of the clips as they spun around in circles.
After I was done admiring the gorgeous bicycle, I hoped on and stared learning to ride it. Whenever I wanted to ride, my parents were always watch me, just in case I somehow fell with my trainer wheels on.
Two years later, the trainer wheels were in shambles and I had to learn how to ride without them. I struggled a bit, having my mom hold my handles while I’m trying to turn the bike.
I kept on leaning to one side to hard. So, I figured that whenever that happens, I’ll try to lean to the other side, but it never worked.
At 7 years old, something tragic happened. I don’t have a clear memory what exactly happened, but I have a hint.
It was a sunny, spring day. My mom was beside me, ready whenever trouble struck. I had ridden a few practice rounds, and my mom decided it was ok to let go of me. Let me be free.
After she let go, I bent over to the left and my bike followed me. Luckily, my mom was watching me and caught me just in time. A second to late and I would’ve crashed into a neighbor’s car. They wouldn’t be too happy.
Now, my brother’s trying to learn how to ride his bike. He didn’t start out with trainer wheels like me, but I’m sure he’ll get there.
Whenever my mom guides him through an empty school parking lot, I join them and ride my bike easily with no help needed. I tend to tease him by riding in circles around him.
I’m going into high school soon. Walking back home would take so long that I will need to ride my bike. I am excited to go to high school and coming back to feel the breeze blowing into my face.
I’m still a teenager who needs to improve their skills, as I still tend to lean one way, but I fix it after which is what matters.
