First time I rode a bike

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One day when I was six years old, I came home from school and my mom was trying to teach me how to ride a big girl bike in the back yard. “you know the ones with two wheels,” The grass was yellow as honey mustard and drive way was as dirty as a under side of a 1789 Chevrolet. I kept crashing and kept crashing.
So she went inside to make lunch and do dishes and the and for some reason I was riding by my self, I was trying to look in the window and I was yelling, “Mom I’m doing it!” and all the sudden I hit the garage car door.
Ouch! But the only thing you can do is get back up and try again. So that’s what I did. I rode my bike down the street and got my friend “Addy.” We rode bikes together. We went in circles all day it felt like. All you need is self-confidence and you can do any thing you want.





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