Feel the wind crashing against your skin, see shapes and colors flashing by, and hear mom yelling “ She’s doing it! She’s riding her bike! ”. Now this might just sound like a simple story of a young girl with a dream to ride a bike. But it’s not so simple since I’m the young and very stubborn 6 year old girl trying to learn how to ride a bike. Now let me take you back to the year 2003, it was the month of July which was the perfect month to learn how to ride a bike. Why you may ask, because the sun was shining, I smelt like sunscreen, and most importantly my brother and sister weren’t in school, which meant that they got to play dolls with me. I lived on a long downhill street and my house just happened to be at the very bottom.
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“. My Dad went on explaining exactly how a bike works, all the parts, and safety precautions but all I could pay attention to was my brother and sister riding their bikes laughing and having the time of their lives. You could feel the summer heat flowing over your skin and see the heat waves hovering over the asphalt in the basketball court. A large fence surrounded the court, with one small opening. There were large green bushes surrounding three of the four sides of the court. The side that wasn’t covered had a view of a large field of grass. Where my mom was sitting in the shade watching my brother and sister, exhausted from trying to keep up with them. She was drinking a large bottle of water that was dripping cold water as the heat slowly started to melt the ice cubes. I snapped out of my trance when I heard my dad say “ Alright, lets give it a try”. My stomach fell and my mouth went dry. I readjusted my helmet and quickly flicked away my hand since my helmet felt like a frying pan. I pulled up my purple knee pads and put one leg over my blue bike as my dad held the handles. Once I was steady I grabbed the handles so tight I could feel my skin getting pulled against the warm rubber. My dad moved to the back of the bike where my parents had attached a broom handle to hold onto and keep me up. By the time I was ready for my first try my brother and sister had moved to the shade with my Mom where all three were rooting me on. Looking at the handles I lifted one foot off the ground and started to
“. My Dad went on explaining exactly how a bike works, all the parts, and safety precautions but all I could pay attention to was my brother and sister riding their bikes laughing and having the time of their lives. You could feel the summer heat flowing over your skin and see the heat waves hovering over the asphalt in the basketball court. A large fence surrounded the court, with one small opening. There were large green bushes surrounding three of the four sides of the court. The side that wasn’t covered had a view of a large field of grass. Where my mom was sitting in the shade watching my brother and sister, exhausted from trying to keep up with them. She was drinking a large bottle of water that was dripping cold water as the heat slowly started to melt the ice cubes. I snapped out of my trance when I heard my dad say “ Alright, lets give it a try”. My stomach fell and my mouth went dry. I readjusted my helmet and quickly flicked away my hand since my helmet felt like a frying pan. I pulled up my purple knee pads and put one leg over my blue bike as my dad held the handles. Once I was steady I grabbed the handles so tight I could feel my skin getting pulled against the warm rubber. My dad moved to the back of the bike where my parents had attached a broom handle to hold onto and keep me up. By the time I was ready for my first try my brother and sister had moved to the shade with my Mom where all three were rooting me on. Looking at the handles I lifted one foot off the ground and started to