Personal Narrative: My First Bike

I got my very first bike in the summer of 2009, when I was eight years old. After seeing so many kids ride their bikes, I figured it was my turn to shine at this. I felt like such a big girl, all grown up. My dad took me to Walmart to choose one. I sat on numerous frilly, girly bikes until I finally liked on. It was pink with a basket and it even came with matching training wheels; it was perfect. I was so proud to show off my bike to all of the kids I went to school with.
After I got home, I loved my brand new bike to the point where I even felt like bringing it into my room to sleep next to.The next day came, however I was too frightened to ride it. How on earth would I would be able to control that enormous chunk of metal I thought. It remained in my garage for the next month simply since I refused to ride it. In reality, I was just too scared. After a month, my dad was sick of my attitude of running away when it came to difficult tasks. So, I had no choice but to try. Early in the morning, my dad brought me to the park and lucky for me, no one …show more content…
I did know that I was an easy quitter, but I really did not care; to be honest, it was kinda pathetic. One day, my dad came home from work and he basically took my bike out and dragged me to the park against my wanted terms. He held on the seat, as he told me to get on the bike. I began to ride and I started to wobble but he didn’t even let me fall once. I became confident that he would be there even if I did fall. On the other side, he was confident that I would succeed this time. He knew the exact right time to let go, and when to loosen his grip. I have been able to see this support and this love time after time, throughout kindergarten to freshman year. He wasn't afraid to let me wobble just a bit and he knew to never make the mistake of holding on with a firm grip that would prevent me to learn how to navigate through life on my