Believe In Yourself

September 30, 2008
By OSunnyO SILVER, Vienna, Virginia
OSunnyO SILVER, Vienna, Virginia
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Learning things faster than the average had always been my specialty. Of course, there were few minor exceptions, and one of them was learning to ride a bike. I started trying to learn to ride a bike for the sake of friends and fun. That is, when my friends wanted to go bike-riding on weekends, it made me realize that I was one of the very few people in our grade who didn’t know how to ride a bike. This was the time of my fifth grade year.

My family and I went to the park and rented a bike for me. My bike had contained two of my favorite colors: blue and black. It was black with blue flames on it.

“Hmmm, my bike looks cool. Maybe I’ll easily be able to ride this thing,” I smiled at my dumb joke. My parents smiled back and my sister laughed at my stupid remark. My sister rented a rainbow bike with two more extra wheels and my parents rented a green two-person bike to ride together.

“Hey! I’m going for a spin with daddy! You can start practicing with mommy!” My sister yelled on the top of her lungs. “I will be back,” she quoted from a movie I didn’t remember as she went away with dad. My mom grabbed onto the seat.

“Here we go!” She ran with me, and let the seat go when she felt I was ready. The problem was that the difference between my seat with and without her hands was great, so I always looked back automatically and with a short scream, I fell.

After a couple of bruises and a lot of falling, I squeezed the breaks on the handle bar and turned to my mom.

“Mom, maybe I need to try this by myself. You can go with the others,” my mom nodded and smiled. My sister and dad came back for the third time around the park to bring mom with them. My parents rode the green bike together and my sister trailed behind them on her rainbow bike with extra wheels.

When the rest of my family was out of my sight, I hopped onto the bike. I put my left leg on the ground for support, and put my right leg on the pedal. I stepped on the pedal really hard and lifted my left foot of the ground at the same time. Suddenly, I was zipping past everything so fast that it became a blur.

“Woo hoo!” I was flying.

Even though many people say that getting help from other people can be of aid, I found privacy better than anyone’s help. This simple episode on my life taught me an important lesson: believe in yourself and don’t rely on others, then you will find yourself on the doorway of success.

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