Personal Narrative: Speeding Through My Neighborhood

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There I was, speeding through my neighborhood. All my friends and neighbors pedaling furiously beside me. I was pumping my legs so fast, the pedals on my bike got out of control. Next thing I know, I’m close to the ground using my knee to brace myself from flying forward, which hurt tremendously as I could feel the asphalt scraping under my knee. With tears flooding from my eyes and blood running down my leg, I realized I had just failed at riding my bike. At that moment I knew I had to turn my defeat around by finding different ways to improve my bike riding skills. Some methods that I used were things like, remembering from my mistakes, and keeping a consistent practicing time. I remembered the pedals spinning so fast that my legs

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