My first time experiencing bicycle
After a very meaningful conversation with my dad about the
old days, we came up with an object that we both remember
cleary. It was my very first biclycle. My mind told me that I
got it when I was only eight but my mom insisted that I was
seven when I got it. Either of us had a proof, and so we
desided that when I got it was not important.
My dad put together all the small pieces of the bicycle.
From a butiful material that he called, 'Your own car.' Of
course I knew that he had some magical ability, but I didn't
think he could make such an awsome object. He added the seat
and the pedals. Last so that I would not have any problems.
My dad recalled that the bicycle was the smallest he could
find. I remember how gigantic it was. I was so afraid of it
and there was no way that I was going to control that monster-
sized material. The bicycle remained in my backyard as a
decoration for a month because I refused to ride it. Honestly,
I was scared to try it.
After a month, my dad gave me a lecture to teach me what
being a man was all about. I was finally determined to try it.
My dad was proud of me and I felt very manly. He and I went to
the park to see what we could do there.
The park was empty when we arrived. I had no dought that
my dad told everybody not to be there because we had to use it.
I felt badly for other people,...