I Remember

By Avi

I remember when my dad taught me how to ride a bike. It was in the summer and there were flowers everywhere. He took my bike out of the garage. Then he put it on our porch. He said try to ride it by yourself with the training wheels on. So I rode it by myself. It was easy with training wheels on.

Then my dad took the training wheels off. And told me to try to ride and I fell off. Then I got on again and my dad held on to it. Then I started riding it with my dad holding on to it. The scary part was when my dad let go of the bike. Every time I tried it and it became easier to ride. I really wasn't good at turning or stopping at first. But after a while it became really easy. Even though it was hard at first I still learned anyways. And I'm still proud of myself.