It may sound silly, but it is true that I did not know how to ride a bicycle until sixth grade. I saw a pink children bicycle in the storehouse by accident when I went back to the countryside in order to visit my grandparents. The time in the countryside is somewhat boring but full of unknown fun. Learning to ride the bicycle was a production of being bored.

My grandparents raised a rural dog called “Hey”. In my impression, he was just a little crazy dog which likes running and rolling in the fields. I seldom saw such a crazy dog before, so I was a little bit scared that he would maybe bite or scratch me. Fortunately, he enjoyed the time in the fields so that I saw him mostly at sunset.

I did not make up my mind to learn riding a bicycle. To spend some time and find myself something to do, I pull the bicycle out and started riding it. Basically, I only sat on the cushion and sliding by foot, because the two training wheels were missing. I practiced it  after lunch for almost three days. It was still fun even though I did not really ride the bicycle. During those days, Hey did not bother me which made me lower his guard.

However, he showed up unusually on a burning hot afternoon when I was sliding my bike. Actually, I was already able to step the foot pedals to move carefully in a short distance. I was in the joy of riding the bicycle so I barely noticed that danger was approaching. Then I heard a bark and something running to me across the fields. It was Hey! I realized in one second and stepped on the foot pedals riding the bicycle thrown forward. The barks were still behind me and I was speeding with the little pink children bicycle! It sounds great that I finally got it, but wait! Where was the brake!

As the picture that appears in your mind right now, I fell into the fields with the bicycle on the top of me. Hey did not catch up and bite me. When I got up, he was already gone. I

eventually learned to bicycle in a situation chasing by an irresponsible dog. It was embarrassing and comical.  

Instead of being afraid of the bicycle, I actually enjoyed it. I bought a cool racing bicycle.         Later I joined a city bicycle club and rode around the downtown. For the three years in middle school, I went to school by riding a bicycle. So the experience of being chased is actually benefited me although it sounds funny. I take a lot of positive sides on it and sometimes these kinds of experience are not shames. Sometimes I wonder if I just give up after I fell, I would miss a lot. Same lesson to success---always being positive.