Looking Back This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

   I was15 years old, finally! Not sure what the day would bring, I rolled outof bed with more enthusiasm than usual to prepare for school - and mybirthday party. I floated through my classes and let my mind ponder thepossibilities of birthday surprises. When I got home, I was greeted by anew red motorcycle.

My dad and I have been riding dirt bikes andmotorcycles together for as long as I can remember, but I had never beenable to ride beside my father as an equal. Getting my own bike was thatturning point. It was a coming of age gift, and my father'sacknowledgment that I was growing up.

The weekend after mybirthday my dad and I took our bikes to a place where we could ride.That day I did a lot of falling, riding, learning and some breaking ofmotorcycle parts. I can still remember the look on my dad's face thefirst time I started up my bike. Since then we have shared something notmany fathers and daughters are lucky enough to have. I will be forevergrateful for the bond between my dad and me, and it is no surprise hefeels the same way.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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Jan. 11 at 8:41 am
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