Bicycles are like cars for me, I was a kid that loved cars and always wanted to drive one. For first graders riding a two wheeled bicycle is like being a grown up. I was always jealous when older people or the same age people were able to ride a two wheeled bicycle.
When I came home from school, I saw my friends already riding bicycles. I was really surprised because I could only ride a four wheeled bicycle. I was embarrassed when I saw my friends riding a two wheeled bicycle. I bolted upstairs and questioned my mom, “If I finish my homework fast could I try the ,bicycle” I asked.
“Yes, why not.” she answered. I was really excited, so I finished my homework and went downstairs. I put my bike in position. I was already tired but I wanted to ride the two wheeled bicycle because all my friends could. It was finally time to ride the bicycle. My mom going to help me so I could get better.
I put my foot on the pedal and pushed down on it. It was smooth as expected. I was riding it but then booooom. I fell, the scratches on my arm and on my foot was painful. I stood up and tried again. I asked my mom to hold my bicycle so I could practice. I was frustrated how pedaling a bicycle that has two wheels was so hard, it was too hard to keep the handle bar straight. It really was a challenge for me. I tried and tried again, it felt like a bully that keep pushing me to the ground. So I told mom I was gonna give up but she clenched my arm and told me “You shoud try again.” so I did.
I was sure that I was gonna fall again but I was riding it much better than before. It felt really refreshing and I was proud of myself. The breezing air that blew my hair felt really nice. My leg turning the wheels like a professional. I was too happy and surprised. “Actually I heard from mom that she let me go when I was riding it.”
I dropped my bicycle and ran to mom. I was crying because I was that happy.
When I came back home with mom, I was really sweaty and dirty so my mom told me to shower right away. When I finished showering I ran to my mom and asked if her black jacket was alright and luckily it was fine because I was sweating and crying at the same time and it was my mom’s favorite jacket. When I went into my room to sleep, I had learned a new lesson. Never give up until you deserve to win it.
It was finally time to sleep, I had the best day of my life. I was really surprised how much mom was so determined and if you suffer you will deserve something you wanted. When I saw my mom’s eye when she clenched my arm, I was surprised how powerful she looked. I was really happy that my mom was told me to try again because if I didn’t I wouldn’t have ride the bicycle. So next time if someone or me I will never give up!
Optimism bounds into a community looking for sadness to punch it away. Despite the fact that he is sometimes weird or annoying he is an enjoyable companion. With a massive smile always stuck on his face like gum, Optimism turns your sadness around.
The burst of crazy and good ideas were gone. The gears in my brainweren’t working. I heard an echoing voice in my head, Don’t give up, nothing is impossible Don’t give up nothing is impossibleDon’t give up nothing is impossible………
Depending on when you met me, I might have been a chess champion, a kid who tried to hack someone's wifi, a competitive gamer, night of the notable, a funny looking dude, never went to a quire group, always a clown in his house, a traveling lover, a creative brain that always loved to build anything, always wanted to be a champion on everything he does, looks like a nerdthat has google glasses on, a good computer hacker, maybe, always wanted to go in the hacking contest and wanted to be a best youtuber.