Recount - First Time Riding a Bike
I remember the first time…. I rode a bike without any training wheels
Peering up to the window, I smiled as I knew the day was going to be great. I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands, and jumped out of bed. Heading down the hallway to the backyard, my eyes focused on the green grass beyond the screen door, I knew this was the day. I’d been trying for weeks, but that day was different. I had a good feeling in the pit of my stomach that all the trying and failing would turn around. I grabbed my shoes and socks from the back door, sat on the wooden floor, and quickly put them on. Luckily my shoes were velcro and didn’t tie up, as I had forgotten the bunny song to help tie up shoes. As I pushed the screen door open, I noticed that Dad was already outside, taking my training wheels off. He wanted me to succeed almost as much as I did. I raced towards Dad, bounced up and gave him, what felt like, a gigantic hug, as he seemed like a giant compared to me. He put me down and I skipped into the garage, where all the magic was going to happen.
While Dad was holding the back of the seat, his legs straddled over the back wheel, I held the handle bars, hopped one leg over and sat on the seat. I put my left foot on the pedal, which was closest to the ground, I was ready. At first, Dad kept a hold on the seat, which helped me balance. After a few laps around the garage with Dad, I told him to let go. I stated that I could go faster, but he was slowing me down. We slowed down to a stop, I touched the toes of my left foot to the ground, and he let go. Dad exclaimed, ‘You can do it, I believe in you!’ I forced my right foot down on the pedal, while simultaneously bringing my left foot up to the other pedal. I was doing it! I was riding without help of any sort. I could feel my face lighting up with joy as I kept doing laps around the garage. I couldn’t wipe away the beaming of my face, I was so happy. ‘I’m doing it! I can ride by myself!’ I shouted to Dad. I looked
Peering up to the window, I smiled as I knew the day was going to be great. I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands, and jumped out of bed. Heading down the hallway to the backyard, my eyes focused on the green grass beyond the screen door, I knew this was the day. I’d been trying for weeks, but that day was different. I had a good feeling in the pit of my stomach that all the trying and failing would turn around. I grabbed my shoes and socks from the back door, sat on the wooden floor, and quickly put them on. Luckily my shoes were velcro and didn’t tie up, as I had forgotten the bunny song to help tie up shoes. As I pushed the screen door open, I noticed that Dad was already outside, taking my training wheels off. He wanted me to succeed almost as much as I did. I raced towards Dad, bounced up and gave him, what felt like, a gigantic hug, as he seemed like a giant compared to me. He put me down and I skipped into the garage, where all the magic was going to happen.
While Dad was holding the back of the seat, his legs straddled over the back wheel, I held the handle bars, hopped one leg over and sat on the seat. I put my left foot on the pedal, which was closest to the ground, I was ready. At first, Dad kept a hold on the seat, which helped me balance. After a few laps around the garage with Dad, I told him to let go. I stated that I could go faster, but he was slowing me down. We slowed down to a stop, I touched the toes of my left foot to the ground, and he let go. Dad exclaimed, ‘You can do it, I believe in you!’ I forced my right foot down on the pedal, while simultaneously bringing my left foot up to the other pedal. I was doing it! I was riding without help of any sort. I could feel my face lighting up with joy as I kept doing laps around the garage. I couldn’t wipe away the beaming of my face, I was so happy. ‘I’m doing it! I can ride by myself!’ I shouted to Dad. I looked