I was around seven years old when my mom decided to teach me how to ride a bike. She thought it was quite pathetic that a seven-year-old did not know how to properly get on a bike, let alone ride it. So one day she went up to me while I was watching the television and said “tomorrow I’m going to teach you how to ride a bike, Ok boy?” I Simply nodded my head, then she left. After hearing that I got excited that I could finally ride along side with my friends instead of having them wait for me to catch up since I was on foot. So the next day we got up early, I quickly got dressed and went outside. She was already out there waiting for me getting the bike ready. I ran up to her with excitement and then asked me if I was ready, I told her yes I
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I felt unstoppable that I finally was able to get on it, then my sense of accomplishment was quickly shut down when she told me that next was to cycle it. The next step was probably one of the most difficult process that I faced as a seven-year-old. I never been so angry in my life, I never felt so incompetent in doing such a simple skill as riding a bicycle. The pedaling segment was incredibly confusing; I just could not understand the how to use it. I know using it today it is super easy to understand it and use, but I could not for the life of me understand it. Learning how to sit on was a breeze compared to this. There were moments where I was going down a hill and I was scared to use the pedal as a break to slow down, and still manage to crash and fall, also I would be going too slow and wobble in place trying to pedal then fall over. That’s when I had enough, I grabbed the bike lifted it up and throw it across the street. My mom saw everything yelled at me to pick up the bike and to bring it to her, she yelled at me and grounded me for the rest of the day. At the end of the night she went up to my room and talked to me how I need to learn how to have more patients then just getting angry all the time, and how I will never get anywhere if all I do is get frustrated easily. After our talk she told me to get out of my punishment I had to learn how to ride the bike, so I had a …show more content…
The last day of practice has arrived when I could finally move the bike on my own without the help of my mom, I was so happy that I could get up on the bike like it was second nature and to pedal the bike properly without getting confused with my footing, I swear it almost like I was training in karate, for the difficult time I was having with just learning how to ride a bike. Sometimes when I saw a child go by on his bike I would get jealous and embarrassed that he knew more then me. But know that I Know how to ride the bike my mother finally un-grounded me, and the first thing that I did when I got home was go to my friend’s house to show off the new skill that I learned over the days. All of them with a sigh yelled “finally!” then they wanted me to show off some move, but I failed obviously, but all in all I was not the odd ball out I could hang out with my friends with having them wait on my, know that I have a
I felt unstoppable that I finally was able to get on it, then my sense of accomplishment was quickly shut down when she told me that next was to cycle it. The next step was probably one of the most difficult process that I faced as a seven-year-old. I never been so angry in my life, I never felt so incompetent in doing such a simple skill as riding a bicycle. The pedaling segment was incredibly confusing; I just could not understand the how to use it. I know using it today it is super easy to understand it and use, but I could not for the life of me understand it. Learning how to sit on was a breeze compared to this. There were moments where I was going down a hill and I was scared to use the pedal as a break to slow down, and still manage to crash and fall, also I would be going too slow and wobble in place trying to pedal then fall over. That’s when I had enough, I grabbed the bike lifted it up and throw it across the street. My mom saw everything yelled at me to pick up the bike and to bring it to her, she yelled at me and grounded me for the rest of the day. At the end of the night she went up to my room and talked to me how I need to learn how to have more patients then just getting angry all the time, and how I will never get anywhere if all I do is get frustrated easily. After our talk she told me to get out of my punishment I had to learn how to ride the bike, so I had a …show more content…
The last day of practice has arrived when I could finally move the bike on my own without the help of my mom, I was so happy that I could get up on the bike like it was second nature and to pedal the bike properly without getting confused with my footing, I swear it almost like I was training in karate, for the difficult time I was having with just learning how to ride a bike. Sometimes when I saw a child go by on his bike I would get jealous and embarrassed that he knew more then me. But know that I Know how to ride the bike my mother finally un-grounded me, and the first thing that I did when I got home was go to my friend’s house to show off the new skill that I learned over the days. All of them with a sigh yelled “finally!” then they wanted me to show off some move, but I failed obviously, but all in all I was not the odd ball out I could hang out with my friends with having them wait on my, know that I have a