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by Anthony

The sun shone all over the park as a new day began. The rusty red bike I was rolling along next to me squeaked as the wheels turned. I was only four years old, and my sister was only two years older than me. I stopped walking when I reached the edge of the fresh green grass, full of drops of dew. I placed the bike that had no more training wheels down. I never rode it without training wheels, but I was eager to start. My sister learned how to ride a two wheeled bike a couple of years ago, so she got on her bike and didn’t waste a second of her time. She rode her bike around the park.

I stared at the red bike, wanting to ride it for the first time without training wheels. I felt eager to get on, but I was also scared. What if I fell off? I was confused about whether or not I should ride it. If I fall, wouldn’t I get hurt or injured? Those words also went through my mind.

“Don’t you want to ride it?” my dad asked, watching me stare at the bike.

“I want to, but I’m… I’m scared that I will fall off,” I muttered.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll help you.”

I looked at my bike. I felt like giving myself a chance, but the thought of just sitting on my bike without training wheels made me shiver. My sister rode her bike around the park while enjoying the wind in her face. I wish I could enjoy the breeze just like her. She rode quickly, and every time she rode past my dad and I, I could feel myself shake.

Then, I looked down at the bike. I decided to give myself a try, even though I knew that I would fall. I sat on it, and I pushed the bike with my feet. The bike went a few feet but started to slow down. The black wheels swiveled around, and I shrieked every time I was about to fall. I placed my feet down onto the ground as my heart beat faster and faster. Even though my feet were on the ground, I was still extremely scared. My dad held onto me and made me feel more confident.

I decided to let my dad push the bike and start pedaling on my own, so I could attempt to ride it again. My dad pushed the bike and released it from his hands. The bike kept going, but I was too freaked out to keep pedaling. Suddenly, my sister raced past me and made me lose my balance. It caused me to fall onto the hard cement. My face turned deep red. My heart beat faster by the second. I stood up with a face full of tears. Even though my scratched up helmet secured my head, it didn’t help my face at all.

My dad ran towards me. He took my hand and said, “It’s okay. Let’s try again, but this time you have to try to pedal,” my dad told me.

I thought about the words that my dad told me. They raced through my head as I stood up. I lifted it up and got onto it. My dad held onto me and tried pushing again. He held on for a while until he thought I was steady enough to pedal on my own. My feet started operating the pedals as soon as I noticed that my dad let go. I continued pedaling, but I was in shock. There was something ahead of me that I wasn’t prepared for.

I successfully turned and I was so happy that my dad had helped me overcome my fear. I saw my sister in the corner of my eye. I took a glance back and her face showed that she was trying to go faster than me. I quickly raced forward, eagerly trying to go faster. My sister eventually caught up when I almost rode over a rock. But I knew it was okay for my sister to go faster, since she’s two years older than me, and she learned how to ride a bike a long time ago.

After taking home the two bikes, we went to the ice cream shop to get some strawberry ice cream. We talked about how I first got on and laughed about when I fell. Even though I was laughing at myself, I knew it was okay to fall because I can always get up and try again.

“Remember when you fell?” my sister said. “I still think it’s so funny even though it was my fault! I rode past you too quick that you fell!”

“And remember when you actually started pedaling? I was so happy because I was tired of holding on and running in order to help you,” my dad added.

“I was so scared! I thought I was going to die if I fell off. And remember the turn? I never knew I would actually get to make it through!” I replied with a smiling face.

Later that morning, we returned to the park eager to ride our bikes again. I fell a few times, but I had no problem with trying again. I continuously rode around the park in circles, quickening my speed every second. My sister and I tried racing each other, but we were at the same pace. I looked over to my right, where I saw my dad looking at us. He was smiling at us as we giggled and rode our bikes.

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