My Memorable Experience

December 8, 2007 - 11:04pm — 603student
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My Memorable Experience

 

By: Occhaly

 

It was a long day. I was jealous because my cousin caught a new bike and he knew how to ride it. The bike looked like a mountain. I asked my mom “will you buy me a bike please! I asked. She replied “are you sure you want a bike?  I shouted yes!  mom was not sure. After a moment she said “ok but if you want a bike you need to learn how to ride a bike” she exclaimed. I shouted “Yes. I promise. Thank you” The next day I was thinking about me riding a bike.

 

The first day was here. My bike was a pink 2 wheeler and it was my size.  It was perfect. T was afraid and my hands were shaking. My knees were like rubber and I was whimpering. My family and I went to the park. At the first try my mom was holding the bike. She let go and I lost control. I jumped out! I felt embarrassed. Everybody started to giggle. My cheeks where pink. My stomach flipped inside out as I was trying to hide my face. This week was not good!

 

In my second week, I was learning how to hold the handle. I felt afraid but was still embarassed from the last fall. I felt tired but still had hope. I tried and tried again until I learned how to get on. This week I was not so bad after all. I was proud.

  

My third week I was tired and droopy. I could not even open eyes. My body hurt and my mom came in and say “sweety are you okay?”I replied “I am not okay!” mom say “this week relax” I replied “but mom!” I was mad at the time I had to expect it and it was true!

           

 Now I am ready I say to myself  ,I yell “momma I am going to do this”  she say  “ are you ready” I say “yes I am!”   I place my sweaty hands on the handles. I looked ahead and pushed off with the lifted foot. I wobbled for a few seconds but that fence seemed so far away. As I got closer and closer…. My heart pumped furiously. My eyes peered through the air. The wind blew my hair. I could not believe I was actually riding my bike. Everybody shouted, “yeah, you did it”. But my cousin was clapping with a jealous look in his face. But then he came over and said, “now we can ride together in the park. What do you think?”. I said, “O.k. Tomorrow!”   We were both happy. I shouted, “ I love this day!”  This is how I learned to ride my bike. By practicing everyday and also by being patient. This is my memoir.
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