Riding a bike has never been a big thing for me. I was fairly coordinated when I was younger but the thought of riding and balancing on two thin tubes of rubber scared the heck out of me so bike riding was never high on my list. Because of this I was nine when I finally took my training wheels off. I had been putting it off because I was sure that as soon as the extra wheels were taken off I would suffer a horrible accident. Eventually I got sick of watching my younger sister and friend ride faster than me and ask my dad to take off my training wheels. I pushed off and, miracle of all miracles, I didn’t fall, crash, or die.
After a couple months I was comfortable on my two wheeler and stopped worrying. I hadn’t crashed badly yet and one day I decided to race my sister, my friend, and his sister. At first we took turns going down the hill as fast as we could then we started trying to beat each other. Eventually we ended up all going down together. The third time we did this I and my friends sister were out in front It was amazing going as fast as we were. I felt like I was flying I didn’t notice I was veering toward the sister or that she was veering towards me. I did notice when we hi though. Suddenly I was on the ground with two bikes and a person on top of me. My first thought was one of bewilderment I had no idea what had just happened. Then as I realized what had happened I burst into tears. After both bikes had been pulled off me I had to walk my bike back up the hill to my house. I turned out I wasn’t even that badly injured but it still took me a while to regain confidence on a bike.
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