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Personal Narrative Essay: Riding My Bike

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Riding My Bike When I was five I started riding my bike. One day my Papa brought over some bikes for each of my sister . Later that day my family went to Walmart to get helmets and training wheels.

We went to the park almost every day .When my family was getting ready go to my aunt’s house my dad an where outside practing .My dad gave me a pushed me let go.

I did it I was I riding my bike ! I ran in to tell my mom . then we fininshed packing and went to my aunt’s . I’m so glad I learned how to ride my bike now I feel the wind in my hair and butterflys in my somic .
Riding My Bike When I was five I started riding my bike. One day my Papa brought over some bikes for each of my sister . Later that day my family went to Walmart to get helmets and training wheels.

We went to the …show more content…

I ran in to tell my mom . then we fininshed packing and went to my aunt’s . I’m so glad I learned how to ride my bike now I feel the wind in my hair and butterflys in my somic .
Riding My Bike When I was five I started riding my bike. One day my Papa brought over some bikes for each of my sister . Later that day my family went to Walmart to get helmets and training wheels.

We went to the park almost every day .When my family was getting ready go to my aunt’s house my dad an where outside practing .My dad gave me a pushed me let go.

I did it I was I riding my bike ! I ran in to tell my mom . then we fininshed packing and went to my aunt’s . I’m so glad I learned how to ride my bike now I feel the wind in my hair and butterflys in my somic .
Riding My Bike When I was five I started riding my bike. One day my Papa brought over some bikes for each of my sister . Later that day my family went to Walmart to get helmets and training wheels.

We went to the park almost every day .When my family was getting ready go to my aunt’s house my dad an where outside practing .My dad gave me a pushed me let

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