I can’t really remember what happened when I was 3, but I still remember the summer of 2000 the first time I “flew”. When I got 4, my mother gave me a bike as a birthday present. It was the kind that had no extra two wheels on the side to help you balance. I started to learn how to bike right away, at the start well …. It was painful. I wasn’t some geniuses that could just jump on the bike and bike for three laps, at the start I never stopped falling off the bike. But I got better by every day.
It was a sunny day in the summer and so I went to the playground up the street. I went to the playground to practise biking everyday and fell from the bike every day, but that day everything went ok with the biking. I was really happy that I finally didn’t fall from the bike that I decided to bike back home.
The street back to home was a downhill and I just lean how to bike, it was dangerous but I didn’t know at the moment. I biked down the hill, at first I thought it was awesome then I realized that I was going to fast. So I stopped biking. But the bike was still going faster and faster, at the moment I felt scared, and I did what I thought what was going to stop the bike…. I hit the brakes at full speed. The next thing I knew the ground was getting farther and farther from me. I was flying! But at the moment my mind was blank. After 1 second or flying I hit the ground with a crash landing.
I still remember that summer, that day and that bike. Thou it was a very painful day.
