Personal Narrative: The Day I Stop Pushing My Bike

I was the only kid that year who got a bike and could not ride it. All of my hope and dreams of riding alongside my siblings and friends turned to dust. You see, out of all of my friends I was the only one who did not grasp the concept. Every day after school the kids would zoom by me on their bicycles and there I sat pushing my bike along. After months of pushing my bike, this one summer day I was pushing my bike down the street as I usually did, and my grandmother who unknowing to me had been watching me out of the front door came over to me and said today is the day that you stop pushing this bike. The lesson started my grandmother helped me on the bike and walked along side me holding me up so I could keep my balance, when she let go