Today I want to explain the many ways my grandpa is a hero to me .My grandpa has always supported me and pushed me to be the best at everything I do, and taught me to never give up. Body I. My grandpa, Harold, is a hero to me because no matter what I do, if its playing a sport or learning in the classroom, he would push me to be the best. A. A lot of people have their parents to push them to be the best, but growing up my dad left when I was 2, so my grandpa became my father figure.
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 the kids with their dolls, toy weapons, Rubik cubes and bikes taking over the streets.
It was the spring I turned sixteen, I was full of excitement that I had gotten my license. I wanted to drive around wherever I went. I had just gotten a job and could not wait to be able to drive myself around. The only problem was that I did not have my own car, if I went to work, school, or to hang out with my friends I had to borrow my parent’s car. In the beginning, this was not a problem because my parent's schedules and mine rarely came into conflict.
That day I learned a life lesson I will never forget. I never really knew my father like I wish I could have but when he committed suicide when I was six years old, my step dad Ed stepped in to raise me. Ed tried his best to get me out of my shell and open up. Ed would play games with me, such as football and Mario. He also taught me how to work on vehicles and many other things but I would still not open up.
I had recently gotten another mountain bicycle and chose to begin hustling once more. I had never dashed mountain bicycles yet I hustled street bicycles when I was much more youthful (before bicycle dashing was cool). I had been riding a mountain bicycle for quite a long time however truly had not built up any aptitudes for going downhill. This got to be clear in the initial few races. I could stay aware of the majority of the riders going tough yet I fell route behind on the declining areas.
Agatha（杨溢） Creative Writing Class #1 Memoir 1# draft The first time to learn riding a bike There are numerous the first time in our life and each first time is the process of challenging myself and improving myself. The first time to ride a bike give me deep and profound impression. In my 10th birthday, I received my birthday present from my uncle—— a beautiful bicycle. I was happy very much. I was admired that seeing others riding a bicycle go through quickly by my side each time with an attitude of handsome previously.
My passion for speed is like noting in this world the real felling of freedom in my sole As I strap down and time slows down all I could think of is how fast could I go, to me it started at an early age when my dad broth home a small motorcycle I could barely fit on it of how small it was, at that time it was the fastest ting I have ever been on, the filling I got as I rode around the block I felt invisible like no one could touch me as if I owned the world and earth’s rotation could not keep up with me. Every year my dad will surprise me with a bigger and faster toy he knew my excitement and joy I felt every time I went fast, my happens always broth a smile to his face, not always was it an enjoyment. I would get into a lot of trouble sometimes not everyone feels what I feel when I go fast. After my first accident involving speed and carelessness I learned to respect it if not I could end up all broken and bruised up all over gene or worst next time around. In my quest to go faster I stared experimenting whit different things like with different fuels and additives, on a small engine it did ok butt for me it was not enough as I got older I bought my self my first car a 1985 toyota celica GTS all I could see in it was a race car with four wheels more control and power I could make, I always thought to myself could I make my car go really fast it will time travel I quickly found out that is not how it works butt I did not stop me from making it go
This event was important at the time because it was when i finally got a little brother. It still is important to me because me and my brother do a lott together and get along very well. 1st Grade In first grade I was riding my bike down the development trying to go “no hands”. Witch I had done before and had been good at. But hit a stone on the rode just right and got
I felt confident in my tumbling, however I had never stunted before and I couldn’t seem to get the hang of it. I am very short, so the only position available for me on the team was to be a flyer. This terrified me and as the summer went on, the majority of the upperclassmen whom I had become friends with ended up quitting. It eventually got to the point where I dreaded going to practice and didn’t want cheer to distract me from my school work. I ended up resigning from cheer right before school started and it was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.
Learning about Mother Teresa, involving myself in the politics, and going through a rough recovery of my knee, I have found my optimism and hope to influence others because it can benefit the world in a remarkable way. When I was 11 years old I had a knee surgery where I had to stay strong no matter how bad the injury was. So after I was done with my surgery I thought of all the negative things that could have happened to my knee if I had not done the surgery. Every day I woke up and thought of how to get better as soon as possible. The biggest fear I had while resting my knee was that I could never play soccer again the way I used to.