When I was seven years old I learned how to ride a bike I started of in a less bumpy place then I started in a more crowded area. I remember the feeling of the wind flowing through my hair as I rode. My step dad and step brother were both cheering me on. They yelled for me to fall over because I was rolling toward the road. I fingered the ground that was as hard as a rock. I was fine I just got up and brushed myself off. I remember hearing birds chirp and tweet, the tweets were music to my ears. Cars zoomed by with a whoosh a few of the cars beeped their horns as they rode by our house. You could also hear kids playing next door and in the trailer park behind our house. Some people would walk down the street and you could hear them mumbling
When I was about 10 years old, my mom took me to a roller coaster theme park in Massachusetts. I was terribly afraid of the huge roller coaster that appeared in front of me, and while I waited in line, the anxiety of waiting to die in a roller coaster made my heart beat through my chest. The huge coaster went up and down and up and down, and even though my mom continuously asked me if I was sure that I wanted to go, I repeatedly said yes. I wanted to make it clear that I was a man, not a crying baby. Stepping onto that roller coaster was what I remember the most.
We were traveling thought all the beautiful places and cities in the country. During our vacation, one day we stopped at a restaurant in a small town. As we were eating, my 16-year-old cousin said to me hurry up, finish your meal and we’ll go play outside. I was a little boy just turned six years. I was excited to go play outside with my cousin, so I was the first one to finish with my meal.
I lost my shoes that night to cause they fell off in the lake so my mom had to make me some it was pretty funny. I wouldn't say it was the best experience, but it sure wasn't the worst. Now for the funny part, Some of my worst experiences. i was about eleven so not that long ago we were down in the racetrack area we had found and we hadn't been there for a while and noticed there was a hill of rocks about four feet high so we decided to ride up them because it was flat on the top. I was scared like normal, so my grandpa said “ why don't you go ahead and do the throttle?” I was okay with that so I got ready my grandpa was behind me ready to steer and right when I pushed the throttle I pushed just a little too much and we tipped the four wheeler on top of us, we were crushed between the rocks and the four wheeler for about ten minutes and now when I run I think that's why my knee messes up all the time cause I got a rock stuck in it. Another experience is I was riding my sister around I was ten, she was five I had her up front so she would be safe and we pulled into the driveway because i needed a drink. We stopped and my mom got us a drink, I was turned around talking to my grandpa on the four wheeler no one was paying attention to my sister and while we were talking she pressed the throttle and we crashed into the
When I was first tried to ride my bike without training wheels, it was during the summer. One hot day, I got my papa to take off the training wheels and then we pushed the bike to the front yard, which is where I would start. I hopped on my bike and started to pedaled. I made it a couple of inches before I fell, so then I took a break. After the break, I hopped back on my bike and started to pedaled again, and then I rode the bike
Why I Enjoy Riding Dirt Bikes Some people may not be aware of it, but motocross is the most physically demanding sport out there. Anyone else that does ride will completely agree with that statement, but it is also something that people, and I, enjoy very much. It is a good way to get exercise and to hang out with your friends. My essay is about something I enjoy doing, riding dirt bikes. The bike I ride is a 1992 Honda CR 250.
Then after I jumped of the bike I remember that I barely made it onto the slip and slide. Then I heard my brothers laughing at me cause I guess they thought it was funny how I fell onto the slip and slide. I was laughing and screaming after I was done I guess that I learned how to be brave with them. Which I thought it was fun when we played boy games as my aunts told me that I had to play with dolls and girl games. But my dad and my uncles always supported me they said don’t listen to them you can play whatever you want.
Do you enjoy riding your bike? The feel of the wind blowing on your face, the shifting of the gears, the exhilarating feeling. Don’t you love that? Back in 1st grade, I learned how to ride my bike, and I’m so glad I did. At first, I was really nervous; mostly, because I didn’t want to crash. In fact, the first time I tried writing without training wheels, I crashed right into the
People always say that I’m so sweet, that I normally always follow the rules, and that I would never do something my parents specifically told me not to. Well, most people don’t know that I have broken rules, that I am not always sweet, and that sometimes I do things my parents tell me not to. I always have consequences for my bad actions, but one time I got lucky. One time I ran away. During spring break 2013 I finally learned how to ride a bike.
I got onto my bus as I heard the engine start. I took a seat as close to the front because I was eager to get off and go ride my bike. After 2 stops I was finally arriving at mine. I heard the squeaky doors open as I got up and walked off. I ran up my sidewalk and turned to run to my garage.
My family and I lived in the mountains above Chico, in a place called Concow. My father had built a cabin for my mother and I along with my two younger brothers, but at that time we were living in a school bus. It was the middle of the night when I had gotten up out of bed to go to the restroom, after I walked out I turned and being the small five year old I was I was greatly confused at
Everyone learns how to ride a bike at one point in their life. I learned at the age of six. The pavement squeaked beneath my tires as I furiously pedaled trying to gain speed. The sun blazed down, illuminating the road in front of me and sending a wave of heat throughout my body. The sweat slowly pooled at my hairline and dripped down my face.
I didn't learn until I was nearly eight years old. Now, this may be due to the fact that I was never interested in riding a bike until all my friends could. It didn't really help that I was the smallest and youngest in the group of cousins, so I was always made fun of whenever I tried to ride a bike and failed. Little did I know; my grandma was going to take matters into her own hands.
I said goodbye to my mom grabbed my bike and took off. It was a beautiful day about 80° but with a nice common breeze nothing could go wrong. The way my hands gripped the handles made me feel secure not having to worry about anything such as traffic or bumps I pedaled hard up a Hill to see how fast i can ride down it, I jammed my foot into the back wheel to stop as soon as I reached the top of the hill. I let my feet off the ground and rested them on my pedals, I was off , i pedaled as hard as I could down the hill and got going a quite fast speed, and that’s when it happened, a car came out of nowhere and stopped right in front of me I jammed my foot in the front wheel as fast as I could my bike was still going fast it was only a matter of
I was three years old camping with family in the middle of the woods near a stream. My dad, grandpa, uncle, and I had been on a cement bridge just wide enough to stand on. They were testing my new pellet gun on a near rock sticking out of the water. Almost every shot was hitting and it was now my turn. I lifted the gun, looked down the sights and shot.
I was only ten years old when I began learning how to ride a bike which wasn’t easy for me but got the hang of like any other person would. My family members were annoyed of me constantly asking for someone to teach me. I wanted my own bike just like my sisters and be able to ride along with them and not bother with their rude remarks of not being able to ride a bike. So my father decided to help me learn in front of my building in the summer until I was able to ride on my own. My father's reason for teaching was for us to spend more quality time together since he was always working. It took me three weeks to learn due to the small accident I had which help me learn a valuable lesson.