Remembering!

By Samantha

I remember when my mom taught me how to ride a bike. I was four or five when she taught me. I was taught close to home. I learned with an old cruddy bike. It was during the spring. Every day I got dressed in a light jacket jeans and pads for my elbow and knees. My mom always gave me my helmet and helped me buckle it. Out our back gate there is a little dirt lot. My mom brother and I walked over there. She helps me get on and gave me a little. I sailed down the little hill. I got how to keep the bed steady, but I didn't get the part of stopping the bike. I didn't know what to do so I started to bail off the bike. My dad got a little tool for learning how to ride a bike. It hooks on the back of someone else bike. The idea is to keep a black bar in the center of the leader's bike. Eventually I got the hold of it. I went back to the dirt lot and rode a bike all on my own. I learned how to stop by slamming the pedals backward. I was proud to learn how to ride a bike. Now I race my brother.