Learning How To Ride A Bike

When I was ten years old, I did not know how to ride a bike. Growing up I was your typical tom boy. I loved to climb rocks, play sports and I hated wearing skirts. My cousin, Stacy was the opposite from me. Stacy was the opposite from me. Stacy was a girly girl. Her mother bought her a bike for her birthday. But instead she gave me the bike because she wanted a Barbie’s house. When she gave me the bike, I felt excited.
It was Summer time and I was not afraid to learn how to ride the bike on my own. I got on the bike and I fell so many times that I was bruised on my knees. However I did not give up. Until one day, my uncle gave me a push while I was on the bike. All of sudden, I realized I was riding the bike all by myself. I couldn’t believe it. Therefore, I felt so proud of myself to learn how to ride a bike.