Childhood Memory

When I think back, one of my most memorable childhood experiences would definitely be learning to ride a bike. Almost every child will encounter this event in some period of their lifetime, and will actually discover a great deal from it. I consider this a classic event in my life that will always be revered, because it has influenced and marked my life in so many different ways. Many people consider learning to ride a bike a new experience, but they do not consider the possibility of it also having an internal meaning that will last forever. This event not only represents freedom for me, but it also helped me establish the foundation on which I base my existence. Learning to ride a two-wheeler demonstrated a new way to have fun, and also illustrates how will-power and perseverance help overcome challenges throughout my life.
I can still remember it as if it happened yesterday; I was no more than seven or eight years of age. I was starting to realize that all of the other kids where riding two-wheelers, and I was the only one still riding a small bike with those ridiculous training wheels. I felt that it was time for me to make a transition from training wheels to a “big kid” bike. So that evening I went to my parents and explained to them that I thought it was time for me to get a new bike and learn how to ride without training wheels. At first, they were skeptical; they didn’t think I was ready for this experience. After persistently trying to convince them that I was ready, they finally agreed with me. I felt so excited knowing that I would be just like all the other “big kids.” A few days later, my parents and I took a ride to “Toys R Us” to look for a bike, and as soon as I got in the bicycle section I found the perfect two-wheeler made just for me. I begged my parents, insisting that this was the bicycle that I had to have. It was a shinny Huffy, painted with shimmery pink and purple paint. The tires and handles were snow white, and the spokes were sparkling