Narrative Essay On Lance Armstrong

“If you worried about falling off a bike, you’d never get on” Lance Armstrong
When I was younger a very interesting thought never registered in my head and that was, “If you worried about falling off the bike, you’d never get on” (Armstrong). I was eleven years old and it was the summer of 2007. I was ending school and preparing to begin summer camp for the first time in New York. I would regularly ride my bike unjaded around my neighborhood. Certainly, I felt like a professional and as summer was approaching the scenery that surrounded me made me feel like I was in a movie. One Saturday afternoon while the sun was still out and my mom was busy cooking dinner I decide to go outside and play. It was on that day that I came across my neighbor
Next, we would do ten jumping jacks then hop back on our bikes. Lastly, we would make a quick impaled sharp turn into our backyard driveway but as soon as I hit that turn it was all downhill from there. I was in the zone, in the lead and I could almost see the finish line we procured to create. However, as I rapidly approached the finish line all I could remember was the smell of rough terrain as the side of my face hit the ground. What made the event worse was the horrible taste of soil and whatever residue creatures on the ground left behind that sat in my mouth. I could hear the screams of my friend crying out for me as I laid on the ground as though I was playing twister with an imaginary friend. Nothing felt worse than the immovable motions of my right hand and the sharp pain in my neck. Moreover, I was so focused on getting to the finish line that my mind was free from fear. I felt as though I was a professional at riding the bike and my self-extolling attitude landed me a seat in the emergency room with a cast for the next six weeks. Summer camp was very gloomy that year. In other words, maybe if I was a bit worried about falling off the bike, I would’ve never got