Descriptive Essay On A Perfect Day

I remember it all happened on a sunny, summer day. Cliche, I know, but it’s the truth. Summer wasn’t exactly my favorite season, but even I had to admit the warm weather and cloudless sky couldn’t be beat. It was the perfect day to be outside and that gave my mom every reason to pester me about spending it in the great outdoors. As I reluctantly stepped out into the sunlight, shielding my eyes, I pondered my options for fun summer activities to do. Of course there was swimming, except nobody on my block owned a pool, and the slip and slide we owned hadn’t been used in years and was collecting mildew in the garage. Nobody was around to hang out with, so socializing was off the list as well. My eyes fell to my bicycle leaning against the back wall in the shade of the garage. It always irked me how it didn’t have a kickstand and had to depend on walls to stay upright. Regardless, it was the best option I had, so I hopped up onto my bike and pedaled out of the comfort of the cool, damp garage without thinking twice about wearing a helmet. I was too cool for one anyways. After half an hour of biking I’d already circled the block twice and a third seemed gratuitous. The sunlight beat down on my exposed skin and making me feel almost heavier. This “perfect day” was

Every bump felt like the bike would flip forward and I would fall face first. The wind blew into my eyes blinding me, making it hard to steer. It was the longest eight seconds of my life. The whole “life flashing before your eyes” concept is complete lies, or at least was for me. Right then all I was thinking about was whether or not I’d be embedded into a tree and questioning how to not hit said tree. Maybe my mind knew that I wouldn’t die and so it didn’t