Narrative Essay Bike

I was six when I first rode a bike without training wheels. In my six-year-old mind I believed that it was going to be the most monumental event, the talk of the town, the highlight of my life. As Madelyn Delaney took the world by storm on her bike, without training wheels. As you can see it was very important. My bike had pink handles with sparkly streamers sticking out the sides and a hard plastic magenta helmet to match. I stood by in awe as my mom held the handles and my father unscrewed the useless plastic circles. He chucked them in the garage as my mother guided me down the driveway and onto the road. It was mid-afternoon, an almost evening if you will, so no one would come down the road to disturb the most historic event that would …show more content…
I wobbled slightly, though my father’s arms were like steel and kept me steady. “Okay,” he said, “you ready?” I nodded eagerly as a wide grin stretched out my mouth, and my eyes squinted in delight. I held my hands on the handles as I placed my feet on the pedals. We faced the cul-de-sac section of the street, and then we were off. I started pedaling timidly at first, my body clumsily and unsure, my father’s hands on the handles. “Maddy,” he said, “you gotta go fast,” so drawing a deep breath I put the pedal to the metal and pushed my legs as hard as I could. My dad ran with me at the beginning and then he let go. I did not even notice until I turned at the turn and looked back to see my father smiling proudly. I laughed. I had done it. I have achieved the ultimate status. I was no longer a lame five year old with silly training wheels, or my sister with her tricycle. I was a big six-year-old kid that could accomplish anything. In the midst of practice slash celebration I did a couple more around the cul-de-sac part of our road, my mom standing at our driveway and my dad walking a slow pace behind. Suddenly bold I swerved out of the circle at the end and whipped to the lane of our street. I was ecstatic. All this accomplished in one day? Around the cul-de-sac? And around our entire neighborhood? I was truly a …show more content…
I laughed in glee. This was perfect. Nothing could go wrong. I glided down the end of our street. I felt like I was flying. I caught eyes with my dad as I was ending the cul-de-sac and turning on the street. Then I turned my head. I was going too fast. I could not stop and suddenly cold hard steel smacked against me, my bike falling underneath me as my limbs flailed with nothing to grasp. Then I landed in a heap on the gravel street at the side of the road. The sound of my heart pulsed in my ears. And I screamed. The car was red. I opened my eyes to see what had happened. I glided head first into a parked car on the side of the road. The next thing I knew I felt strong hands wrap around my biceps and pull me off the ground. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” my dad cooed as he brushed off the little rocks that stuck to my skin. I sniffled as he hugged me. “You’re okay, take a minute and sit down.” He guided me to our lawn and I plopped down as he unstrapped my elbow and knee straps. He then dusted himself off and went to retrieve my bike. My mother then approached with ice packs and pressed them against a few scratches on my arms. “You’re okay,” she mumbled as she wrapped an arm around me. I rested my head against her shoulder as we watched dad walk my bike over to our