ENG 115
Narrative mini essay
July, 25 2017

I Ride a Bike!
Learning a new skill can be very difficult. The skill that was very hard for me to learn was riding a bicycle. Learning anything new is a lesson that no one will never forget. Usually it becomes a stepping stone for everyone’s life, it is like a new chapter. I was always afraid of falling on the ground when riding a bicycle, Also I am afraid of the cars next to the bike lane. I always think what if a car hit me. It was something that I was definitely scared to do. What if I fell? What if I couldn’t even start to pedal? There were so many things that could go wrong with my bike that I almost didn’t even want to ride it. But I decided that riding a bicycle is important skill I have to master because it is exercise plus saving the environment. It is good exercise and it will make me physically stronger. Moreover, learning how to ride a bicycle would make me more confident that I can achieve anything I want. Nothing is impossible with commitment and hard work. Learning something new always makes me a bit nervous. And learning how to ride a bike was no expectation. My father and I got into the park for my first lesson I feel more ease even though I felt embarrassed because of not knowing how to ride a bike at this age and because of the training wheels of course. I got into the park one morning and started to practice, my father was with me encouraging me and push me. my dad had been trying to teach me for a while. For the most part I mastered the art of riding with training wheels, but the more challenging part was riding without them. Now I had never attempted it before because my dad wanted to make sure that I was ready for the big step. Every day I would ride and ride, without any problems or hesitations. I would go around and around the park every time. When the big say came, I had to remove my training wheel as I was a prepared for takeoff I safely secured my helmet, my kneepads, and my elbow pads because if I fall I wanted to be prepared safety precautions. As I took a deep breath, my dad began to unscrew the bolts to remove the training wheels. It looked like a whole new bike. I lifted my leg over the seat my heart began to beat faster. I closed my eyes envisioning myself riding down the street smoothly. As my dad balanced me on the bike I took off. I didn’t stop. I actually did it, as I can hear my dad cheering me on in the back. It was a big day for me and I’m so proud of myself because I finally learned a new skill.