The Girl I Never Thought I Could Be

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When I was a little kid, I went on a camping trip with my family. I was surrounded by relatives of all ages. All of my cousins had brought bikes, and I had brought one as well. We would all spend hours biking around the campsite, laughing and shouting to each other as we pedaled along. Trying to outdo each other, we all sped down wooded trails and rocky slopes. Although I never was able to catch up to my older brother, the bike rides were exhilarating to me. The fun times didn’t last, however, when I found myself ready to bike around the campsite with nobody to accompany me. As I scoured our campsite looking for a companion, all I could find was old grandparents and busy aunts and uncles. As a result, I embarked on the journey by myself. I stepped off the ground with my foot and I was gone, going where nobody could follow me. My ride was suddenly interrupted, sadly, when my tire slipped on the gravel, propelling the bike sideways. My body was thrown violently into the tiny pieces of rock, and my knee came down first on the sharp stones, slicing it open. Pain shot up my leg as I grabbed it out of instinct. There was blood everywhere, and fear struck me. Luckily I was able to gather the courage to stumble back to our campsite, but consequently, I had lost the desire to ride my bike. I still have the scar to this day. Since that camping trip long ago, biking hadn’t been a big interest for me. I enjoyed it from time to time when nice outside or when I was with my siblings, but I had never thought of it as anything more than an activity. My view of biking had stayed that way for years, but it changed when I met my boyfriend Gabe. He had a passion for two wheeled vehicles from flashy motorcycles to simple mountain bikes. Biking was a h... ... middle of paper ... ...r lungs were filled with air as we panted hard, but when we made eye contact, we both smiled at each other. On the way home I was tired, but I was proud of myself at the same time. As I stared out the window, watching the trees go by, I thought about what I had done. A sense of power overwhelmed me, a feeling that I was not used to. My negative self-image and low expectations for myself had always held me back. That day I had decided I was done being scared and anxious. I was going to do whatever I wanted, no matter what. I had done something I couldn’t imagine myself being able to do. I had become the girl I thought I never could be. My thoughts were filled with all the things I could do now with my new found self-esteem. My future was open to anything I wanted to do. I wouldn’t be scared anymore. Anything was possible in the future I started to plan for myself.

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