Personal Narrative-How To Ride A Red Bike

The day was hot and humid or, maybe it was cold and wet best a good memory all the same. I had just turned the ripe age of 8 although I really didn't feel like it . My one and only gift I wanted was a red bike without the training wheels but I really don't know how to ride a bike. The only thing stopping me was I did not know how to ride so the fear of falling was bottomless. I was more than willing to learn on the outside. My father saw this and said “ fears is only in your head” also my dad like to quote stuff he's seen on tv. I flashed him a fake smile and hopped on the bike with my father holding me up. We started off slow so i could get the hang of it. My body was trembling as we speeded up I gripped the handlebars tighter as I hands
began to sweat. Reaching top speed I had began to smile as the wind cooked me down even though, this was my first time riding a bike. In the height of the moment I hear my father yelling in the distance “you are doing it do not stop keep paddling”. As I reached the end of the block my senses began to kick in how am I going to stop. I soon began to worry again and a big shout came from the top of my lungs.