I was in the street trying to learn how to ride my bike when i was 6. I had my parents outside to help me keep the bike up.
Are you ok. That looked like a bad fall.
I went back outside and kept on trying. I finally got the hang of it. I was now able to ride my bike. I went down the street and told all of my friends.
I fell a lot. Everytime I fell I felt the rubber grips slip out of my hands and my face got closer to the black asphalt every time. Luckily my parents had me wear pads so I never really got hurt that much.
That is enough for today, it's getting dark and we need to eat dinner.
I fell about like 20-25 times that day. My knees we starting to hurt and were red even though I had the pads on. I ate dinner, relaxed, then went to bed.
I woke up that morning with sadness. I was sad because I still wasn't able to ride my bike. This made me want to learn even more now.
I now can ride my bike anytime and go riding out with my friends all the time. I learned something fun with determination.