I could sit here and type about the real struggles i've had throughout life. Or the way my entire childhood centered on one bike ride. The rusted $20 bicycle has helped me to grow up in ways that the other complicated and dramatic problems never could.
From a young age I was eager to explore, to run and be free. The deteriorated bicycle in my yard was nothing more than a instrument into maturity. I could imagine myself cruising proudly down the block, relishing in personal achievement, but I just couldn't find myself atop the bicycle.
Was I scared to hurt myself? Or was it much more than that? Was it the embarrassment of having I now understand success is sweet, but the satisfaction from giving a maximum effort is its own reward and helped …show more content…
It felt more reliable as I adjusted to the feeling of balancing. Even my aching legs could not dissuade me from the task at hand as I spotted the cracked line stretching from one curb to the other. With confidence I as compressed my fear and anxiety and launched over the crack, with little more than a slight bump in my ride. I shuffled onto the sidewalk after I passed a few more blocks. I jumped off the bike and let it continue untill it toppled onto the lawn.
As I pulled myself up and sat on the curb I could not suppress the broad grin on my face. The wind blew gently through my hair as my eyes scanned the view of my neighborhood in front of me. Even with all that beauty in front of me, I chose to look left past all the buildings and stores I had cruised past, all the way to the small porch I had stood in fantizing the ride i would take. The other children’s teasing words meant nothing to me now as I surveyed my great accomplishment.
I learned more that day than just how to climb a tree. I learned that it is easy to underestimate a task when all you've done is admire the success of others instead of surveying and believing the struggles they have gone through in order to obtain their goal. The bicycle also taught me the commitment and resolve that is necessary to achieve and to avoid the temptations along the way. Through my own
From a young age I was eager to explore, to run and be free. The deteriorated bicycle in my yard was nothing more than a instrument into maturity. I could imagine myself cruising proudly down the block, relishing in personal achievement, but I just couldn't find myself atop the bicycle.
Was I scared to hurt myself? Or was it much more than that? Was it the embarrassment of having I now understand success is sweet, but the satisfaction from giving a maximum effort is its own reward and helped …show more content…
It felt more reliable as I adjusted to the feeling of balancing. Even my aching legs could not dissuade me from the task at hand as I spotted the cracked line stretching from one curb to the other. With confidence I as compressed my fear and anxiety and launched over the crack, with little more than a slight bump in my ride. I shuffled onto the sidewalk after I passed a few more blocks. I jumped off the bike and let it continue untill it toppled onto the lawn.
As I pulled myself up and sat on the curb I could not suppress the broad grin on my face. The wind blew gently through my hair as my eyes scanned the view of my neighborhood in front of me. Even with all that beauty in front of me, I chose to look left past all the buildings and stores I had cruised past, all the way to the small porch I had stood in fantizing the ride i would take. The other children’s teasing words meant nothing to me now as I surveyed my great accomplishment.
I learned more that day than just how to climb a tree. I learned that it is easy to underestimate a task when all you've done is admire the success of others instead of surveying and believing the struggles they have gone through in order to obtain their goal. The bicycle also taught me the commitment and resolve that is necessary to achieve and to avoid the temptations along the way. Through my own