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Feb 4 ,97
My first time experiencing bicycle
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 butiful 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. Again, he did not reply. I turned
to see if he was feeling O.K. I saw him, except he wasn\'t where
I expected him to be. He was about fifty yards away from where
I was. Then I lost control and fell. I cried but no one looked
at me because...well...no one was there.
He ran over and said he forgot that he wasn\'t supposed to
let me ride the monster by myself. After I was done crying, he
told me there was nothing more he could teach me. He said that
if I could ride it the way I rode it for that fifty yards, I had
I practiced for a few more hours and I was pretty good. My
dad told me I was the fastest learner that he had even seen. I
told him that he was thw best teacher that I\'d even met. We
came home hand in hand as if we were best cronies.
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