My Bike

June 2, 2010
By evan david BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
evan david BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
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We all have dreams
Dreams that can press
us to the peak of our abilities.
But some dreams are just
to much to handle.

My dream was to ride a bike:
Not just to ride, but to be
amazing at biking.
Once, when I was seven, all
I wanted for christmas was
a bike.

Timid and shy, I wasn't going to ask my parents.
I don't know why I was timid and shy, but it occured that i had to stand and rise to the occasion.

At christmas, I woke up and
noticed that there was a bike.
I got on it and fell, but i have to tell
you that that will never be the end.

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