Personal Narrative: How I Ride My Bike

I got my first bike for Christmas, it was blue and black with medium sized wheels with designs on them. It was a calm winter day and my dad decided he wanted to teach me how to ride the new bike I got. At first they had training wheels because I was just getting started. I thought it was going to be simple riding with training wheels because it looked like it would help me balance easier.

One sunny day I woke up and got out of bed and went into my mom and dad's room. I say, “Can we go buy my Dirt bike now?”

Growing up I wanted to get a motorcycle so badly. Every birthday, every Christmas I would ask and bug the heck out of my parents to get me a motorcycle. And one lucky day I got what I always wanted. my first dirtbike was a CRF 100 that was brand new, still had the tire stickers on it and all, I loved that bike. The day I got my motorcycle my dad went into the shop to get a new tire for his bike, when he left the store I had a brand new motorcycle. A beautiful red Honda, a Honda that was 103cc to be exact.

Trophies, broken bones, popularity is always hard when you're in BMX. Because of all the hobbies that is going on, I am always gone that I can't even go to BMX. All the hobbies that is going on for me is just too much. Ok, I'll keep talking. So here's all of the other things that would have to go through just to have it work.

He began attacking her, specifically bitting her. She managed to close the bedroom door to separate him form her and he exited the unit. When she ran out of the apartment to try and get help the man thought she ran outside. He ran outside to try and follow her but the girl was able to quickly close the security door to lock him outside. At that point someone else in a neighbouring apartment saw the man wandering around outside.

On the way to the car, we discussed the effects of winning when you lived with someone who was unable to lose gracefully. Rhonda dismissed the whole thing, mumbling something about garbage.

Exposition: Have you ever had your bike stop out of nowhere, and you not know why? Pedaling but not moving anywhere. Feeling stuck, or even tipping over! Ouch, that really hurts! One morning I was my own savior. It was when I learned how to fix a chain on a bicycle wheel.

It seemed like a good idea at the time. Yeah, riding my bike imitating simba being held up. I wasn't the brightest kid back then. It was the summer of 2013 and me and my friend were riding back from someone's house. We were going relatively fast because we wanted to get back before the Michigan game was over.

I yelled out over the lookout and I heard a faint echo of a voice back and it wasn’t mine it was Trent, our lead rider who had rode ahead with my brother. All I heard was him faintly saying “Come quick Little John went over the mountain”. As soon as I heard Trent’s bike start, he was coming back the trail to where we where at. He arrived about a minute later my parents and their friends who had come with us were waiting with our helmets on. We headed down the trail and we came to a split between the green trail (easiest trail) that we were riding on and a blue trail (harder trail) which Jonathan and Trent had went down we stopped and my dad took my fourwheeler because it had a winch and headed down the blue trail.

Last fall is a blur of Billy Currington music and tears over aching knees. Yes, I know that was dramatic, but it’s true.

The most challenging thing I have ever been through was when I broke my left collarbone. I was at the park after school last year with a couple of my friends and I saw an odd looking tree. I felt the need to sit on a weird curving branch so I started running towards the tree. Why I felt the need to run, I still don't know to this day. The park has a winding sidewalk that runs alongside the road. In between the two is a small decline of grass and ground. Whilst running, I tripped on my own two feet on that small slope and fell on my shoulder. I rolled over so my back was on the ground. At this point in time I couldn't feel any pain, I was in shock. As soon as I started to get up, pain shot through me and I had to lay back down. Once one of my

“Absolutely,” I replied. Though I really wasn’t so sure. I had only ridden a horse once at a fair, but I was the type that whenever I felt like something was impractical or impossible, I tried even harder out of stubbornness.

Anyone can be an expert in their own mind, but to be an expert other people must identify you as an expert as well. I am an expert when it comes to all things horses. Training horses, riding horses, and even giving lessons to people on how to ride a horse. An expert is someone who knows what they are talking about backwards and forwards. They are able to answer any question that comes their way and is able to fix a problem. I am capable of doing this when I give horseback riding lessons. It takes hard work and dedication to become an expert. There is research to prove how beneficial horseback riding can be so that my skills can be used. On top of all the benefits in teaching and receiving lessons, it will even help me in my life down the road even if it doesn’t include horses. Being an expert in a field that I love makes me feel like I have the possibility to be an

It all started when my brothers (Austin, Aaron) and I decided to go bike riding in the back woods. First, we checked our bikes for flat tires or any broken pieces. Next, we took our bikes to the backyard and started to get warmed up. Then we took off in to the woods. Next, we were riding down the bumpy trail until we came to a steep drop. So we all stop deciding if we should if we should go down the hill. Aaron, I guess decided for because went down the hill and fast. Austin didn’t hesitate. So, he also raced down the hill. Not wanting to be alone in the woods, I got on my bike and went down. Afraid I was going to fall I keep on pressing my brakes. Then I saw a fallen tree in the way of the path. So, I avoided it but, then my bike went up a

New things to me always scared me away, and riding a bike was no exception at all. After I changed into my brother’s old racing clothes, I went outside to get on my bike. I was struggling to sit on the seat of the bike and keep it balanced. After, I finally got adjusted comfortably my father came over and handed me a helmet. He helped me get to the end of our bumpy driveway.