By Magie
I remember when my mom taught me how to ride a bike without training wheels. When she taught me how to ride one I was only five.
The first thing my mom did that morning she took the training wheels off. When I saw her taking them off I started to cry. She told me not to cry because she was going to help me ride one without training wheels. I said ok but I didn't want to. Then she told me to get my bike.
When I got my bike we went on the street. I was really scared. Then she told me to get on. I said that if she was going to hold on to me. She said yes so I got on. Bu t when I got on and started peddling she let go. I fell and I got blood on my knee. So I started to cry.
So I went in my house to take off the blood. But I still went outside to learn how to ride it. So then I got on the bike and my mom let go and I didn't fall. I was really happy of myself. So was my mom. Since then I haven't forgotten how to ride a bike.
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