How To Ride A Bike Essay

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Learning to ride a bike Many of my friends don’t remember how they learned how to ride a bike. For me, it’s a day I will never forget. My grandpa always has his own way of teaching how to learn things. He and my dad have similar teaching methods. For example, when it was time for my brother to learn how to swim, my dad just stop in a deep part of a lake and threw him in. After school let out in May, my brother and I left to stay with my grandpa and grandma over the summer. My grandpa is retired and has a lot of time on his hands. On the other had my grandma is a hard worker at home and her job, my grandpa love games with me and my brother. I learned how to ride a bike that summer the hard way. My bike had no training wheels and the brakes were not good. The bike was fit to my size and right for my age. I was eight years old when my grandpa pushed me into riding a bike for the first time. My brother who was six years old already knew how to ride a bike. Every time I tried to get on the bike I fell off and that made me really jealous of my brother because he could ride. That’s when my grandpa decided to helped me learned in his kind of methods of teaching things new.…show more content…
He started out nice to me but eventually he let go causing me to panic and fall. We went on and on for hours of riding and falling on a bike. Terrified can describe my feelings every time my grandpa let go of my bike and when he kept pushing me to ride made me mad. I eventually got the hang of controlling the balance of a bike and got the bike to go down the gravel road of my grandpa’s farm. I was glad that I finally started to ride the bike without falling to the ground. My grandpa was standing of to the side yelling “you did it”. I was happy at his shouting of encouragements until I realized that I need to
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