When I was about six or seven I was going to taught to ride my bike and my dad was going to teach me. I was so scared to take off the training wheels because that was the thing that was keeping me balance. I afraid that I was going to fall off the bike and lived in a place that had a lot of turns. When my dad frist let me go he said to keep peddling and to hold on but I was so scared that I wiggling out of control and fell over. The good thing is I didn't hurt myself yet, but the second time I did end up with a cut on my knee it was that bad. After a couple of times I did get the hang of it and soon after that I was riding by myself and it felt awesome I felt like I was flying through the sky. Now when I think back at this moment it makes me want to tell other people that you have to fall before you can get back up again.
Thursday, 24 February 2011
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