Personal Narrative Essay: Riding My Bike

The rush of adrenaline I got was like a first roller coaster ride. Another one of our games was called “Bus Rides”. I usually played the busdriver and drove the golf cart while my siblings played students who were waiting for the bus. I would then go pick up my siblings where they were standing and take them to the driveway where they would go in the house and get water bottles out of the fridge and then come out to be taken “home”. While all of the games were fun I have to say driving the cart on the road was always the best

His time was mostly spent riding a bike, exploring the woods, and playing games with other kids in the neighborhood. In 1974, his family finally settled in Fair Oaks, California and remained there throughout Sparks’s high school years.Killcoyne (2014) states in Great Authors of Popular Fiction, that Sparks was an impressive athlete and the valedictorian of his high school class. He received a full athletic scholarship for track at the University of Notre Dame. He began writing in college while recovering from a track injury (Killcoyne, 2014). Newsmakers says in their article that he went on to earn his degree in business finance from the University of Notre Dame in 1988, then married Catherine Cote in 1989.

My Aunt Karen works there, and she had talked to one of her friends so that we could go behind the scenes and feed the giraffes. My dad drove us to New Orleans in our van. It seemed like it took forever to get there. Being seven years old, riding in a car for an hour takes a long time. When we finally got to the zoo, we met my Aunt Karen at a special gate, and she swiped a card to let us in.

Outside of playing sports, at age 5 my father taught me how to ride a bike and I have been cycling ever since. When I grew tired of riding around the neighborhood I began venturing all over the place in efforts to keep biking love alive. As a kid I biked inside national parks, along bayous and even made my own trails in rural areas. When I wasn’t on the field playing sports or the sidewalk riding my bike I enjoyed spending quality time with my family at both seasonal and recreational events such as the zoo, circus, park and holiday festivals. Believe it or not but Houston which is considered as the oil and gas capital of the world is also ranked as one of America’s top destinations for recreational events and activities.

My boyfriend Shawn came and got me from my house so we could all ride together. Shawn’s dad drove the whole way down to Charlotte, it was me, my boyfriend Shawn, his sister, and her friend that came as well. It

My Best Horse Show On a bright monday morning in June my family and I were packing to start heading for the state horse show that I was in. As my dad pulled into the driveway with the camper he honked the horn and said, ”Bring all of your pakings and lets hit the road.” We are traveling all the way to perry GA. with our neighbors. My mom and dad was driving separate because someone had to haul the horses so I decided to ride with my mom incase something happened. As my mom and I were driving down the road my dad said on the walkie talkie, “that there was something laying on the road and that we needed to switch lanes.” So we did and later on down the road there was a car that was laying upside down. We noticed that the thing we saw

Scared: Bikers Remorse A bike can be a kid’s best friend until it’s not, leave the stunts to the pros. My Mom and I went to some non-profit event a couple years back. At 54 degrees it was a cold December morning for us native Floridians. The wait was only 20 minutes, but it seemed like forever! Once I had received my bike off to the parking lot I was.

I recall one day while waiting for my mom to arrive from work a white man dropping her off in a large truck infront of our apartment. My mother stepped out of the truck and waved bye to the man. “Ese era el Jerry, es el del rancho” she told me. During my school vacations, I would go to work with my mother. She did not want me staying home because she feared I would get into some trouble.

After her mother called 911, police and firemen soon swarmed the area to search the suburban neighborhood. Temar Boggs and some of his friends were helping his neighbor move a couch into the apartment they lived in when he was asked if he had seen Jocelyn. None of them had seen her, so Temar later walked to Jocelyn’s block to check out the situation. This is where he was approached with a photo of Jocelyn, and he felt an intense emotion he’d never experienced before. Temar said, “I felt that I was going to find her” then, he borrowed his friend’s BMX.

For the past 5 years, my grandparents, my step cousins, my cousins, and I would take a trip to a resort, Glendorn, in Pennsylvania to hunt. We would wake up around 4:30 every morning, put on layers upon layers of clothes, and load into Jeeps with rifles in our hands, and then drive around with a guide through the trails in the woods. We would circle around the same area several times, hoping for something to reveal itself. There would be days where we would not even get to see one deer, and others where it seemed everywhere we turned had at least one deer. But throughout my experience hunting, there have been a couple questionable events that made me think about if I wanted to continue or not.