Feb 4 ,97
old days, we came up with an object that we both remember
cleary. It was my very first biclycle. My mind told me that I
got it when I was only eight but my mom insisted that I was
seven when I got it. Either of us had a proof, and so we
desided that when I got it was not important.
My dad put together all the small pieces of the bicycle.
From a butiful material that he called, “Your own car.” Of
course I knew that he had some magical ability, but I didn’t
think he could make such an awsome object. He added the seat
and the pedals. Last so that I would not have any problems.
My dad recalled that the bicycle was the smallest he could
find. I remember how gigantic it was. I was so afraid of it
sized material. The bicycle remained in my backyard as a
decoration for a month because I refused to ride it. Honestly,
I was scared to try it.
After a month, my dad gave me a lecture to teach me what
being a man was all about. I was finally determined to try it.
My dad was proud of me and I felt very manly. He and I went to
the park to see what we could do there.
The park was empty when we arrived. I had no dought that
my dad told everybody not to be there because we had to use it.
I felt badly for other people, but I was proud to have such an
onnipotent person as my dad.
We found a smooth and a often space. My dad was holding
the rear of the seat to make sure I didn’t fell. He assured me
behind, holding the bicycle. He reassured me by saying that it
was the word of a man and I could trust it.
I started to pedal and the bicycle moved. Once it started
to move, I felt pedaling was much easier than expected. I asked
my dad if it would be as easy to ride a bicycle without him
holding on it. He did not answer me because he couldn’t run,
could stop if he was tired. Again, he did not reply. I turned
to see if he was feeling O.K. I saw him, except he wasn’t where
at me because…well…no one was there.
He ran over and said he forgot that he wasn’t supposed to
if I could ride it the way I rode it for that fifty yards, I had
I practiced for a few more hours and I was pretty good. My
dad told me I was the fastest learner that he had even seen. I
came home hand in hand as if we were best cronies.