Everyone thinks that it is easy to ride a bike without training wheels. It was not for me. When I was 6, I finally could ride a bike without training wheels. It was a long arduous process, but thanks to my mom, my grsnny, my papa, and my uncle, it was worth it. It was a bright and sunny spring day. The pink and vibrant colored flowers were blooming, the birds were chirping, and you could hear the laughter of children in the distance. I was at my granny’s house. I had just go a new bike (without the training wheels) and forgot all abo.t my new trike. I went to the front yard and tried to sit on my bike. I fell off, so my mom came and helped me get on. I got on nd tried to start peddling but the bike tipped over (again). I was so sad that I
