Personal Writing: My First Time Experiencing Riding A Bicycle

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Personal Writing: My First Time Experiencing Riding A Bicycle

Sangho Kang

After a very meaningful conversation with my dad about the old days, we came up with an object that we both remember cleary. It was my very first biclycle. My mind told me that I got it when I was only eight but my mom insisted that I was seven when I got it. Either of us had a proof, and so we desided that when I got it was not important.

My dad put together all the small pieces of the bicycle. From a beautiful material that he called, "Your own car." Of course I knew that he had some magical ability, but I didn't think he could make such an awsome object. He added the seat and the pedals. Last so that I would not have any problems. My dad recalled that the bicycle was the smallest he could find. I remember how gigantic it was. I was so afraid of it and there was no way that
I was going to control that monster-sized material. The bicycle remained in my backyard as a decoration for a month because I refused to ride it. Honestly,
I was scared to try it.

After a month, my dad gave me a lecture to teach me what being a man was all about. I was finally determined to try it. My dad was proud of me and
I felt very manly. He and I went to the park to see what we could do there.

The park was empty when we arrived. I had no dought that my dad told everybody not to be there because we had to use it. I felt badly for other people, but I was proud to have such an onnipotent person as my dad.

We found a smooth and a often space. My dad was holding the rear of the seat to make sure I didn't fell. He assured me that I was not going to fall because he would be running right behind, holding the bicycle. He reassured me by saying that it was the word of a man and I could trust it.

I started to pedal and the bicycle moved. Once it started to move, I felt pedaling was much easier than expected. I asked my dad if it would be as easy to ride a bicycle without him holding on it. He did not answer me because he couldn't run, hold the bybicle, and talk at the same time. I told him we could stop if he was tired.

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