Riding A Bike Essay

Narrative paragraph When I was an eleven year old boy, many people used to ask me why I had panic to ride a bike, in fact, I had an idea, but I was too young to understand that a single event could bring about endless inevitable fears and phobias that only maturity would be able to help you overcome. Riding a bike, one of the most remarkable phobias I used to have in my life, began on January 6 in 1988, when I was only eight years old. This specific day in January is very special for kids in the Dominican Republic because we celebrate children’s day. At that time, we celebrated it totally different from now: children used to invade the streets with their toys and spent the whole day running up and down the paved jungle. I don’t forget

I got up a couple of times at mid night with the only purpose of touching my Brand new vehicle. I do not deny that I thought once or twice that it was a dream. The day after, I got up earlier than usual, took a shower, brushed my teeth, got dressed and waited until 8:00 am to go out and enjoy my super bike; I was ready for bike riding the whole day. I thought that I would not have to pay 25 cents for a bike rental any more. At that time, it was quite common to learn how to ride a bike in a rented bicycle; of course it was the way I had learned. I will never forget that my mother made breakfast, but I did not pay attention, who would think about food on such a special day? Before I went out, my mother told me that I was allowed to ride my bike only near the house, I obeyed, but only during the first two hours, then I got bored, end decided to go a little further, a couple of minutes later I would recognize that it was an unmistakable mistake, despite the redundancy. I moved a block further than I was asked, then two, and made a right, went straight ahead, made another right, and after that another until I arrived in Fausto Maceo street. I was so self-confident with my riding skills that got to compare myself with Sean