By Angela
I remember when my sister taught me how to ride a bike. We were outside playing and Kenya got her bike. She looked like she was having so much fun. I asked her if I could try and she said "sure", I got on and then I fell.
She laughed at me and then helped me up and helped me back on the bike. This time she held on to the bike she was pushing the bike but she was getting tired. She told me to put my feet on the peddle and to peddle. So I did and she kept pushing me. It was really fun.
I thought I was getting the hang of it until my sister said she was going to let go. The idea seemed scary to me at first. When she let go I lost my balance and fell. I wanted to try again though so I did. The second time was better she let go and I lost my balance at first but I did not fall. Instead I was still going I was so happy at that moment I know I got it, I know how to ride a bike!
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