Everyone learns how to ride a bike at one point in their life. I learned at the age of six. The pavement squeaked beneath my tires as I furiously pedaled trying to gain speed. The sun blazed down, illuminating the road in front of me and sending a wave of heat throughout my body. The sweat slowly pooled at my hairline and dripped down my face. My head pounded as I raced down the asphalt. I could feel the cool breeze running through my hair and cooling me down. The roars of my parents cheering chased me down as I went. My bike gleamed beneath me, a white streak in the wind. Slowing down I rode to the curb allowing a black van to ride by. My legs pumping furiously I fired back down the street, hungry for more speed. The seat fell away as I stood
Located in the popular Yosemite National Park, Yosemite Falls is the tallest waterfall in California. Every year, mother nature’s breathtaking beauty attracts millions of people from around the world. People hike for three long and fatiguing hours in anticipation of witnessing forceful water rushing down the steep mountain from 2,425 feet above. Last summer, my family and I backpacked through the Yosemite Falls Trail and I came to learn what a truly exhausting experience it is.
On my hunk of rusted metal long ago called a bike I rode up to the thing I once called home in the hot Louisiana sun. It was the Oak Grove football field. I slowly rolled up with my brakes creaking like the knee brace I wore, I came to a halt ready to start on my adventure once again. I strolled up to the field and everyone eyes traveled straight to me.
I knew taking this shortcut was a mistake, yet I didn't think I had enough strength to keep climbing this monumental cliff with the others. The humidity was affecting my vision and the ground now started to spin. The muscles in my legs felt
My dad led me out the door to the front yard where my bike was propped up on its kickstand. I waited patiently as my dad took the training wheels off and set them to the side. Seeing my bike standing there with no training wheels made the bike appear intimidating, for I had
When I was first tried to ride my bike without training wheels, it was during the summer. One hot day, I got my papa to take off the training wheels and then we pushed the bike to the front yard, which is where I would start. I hopped on my bike and started to pedaled. I made it a couple of inches before I fell, so then I took a break. After the break, I hopped back on my bike and started to pedaled again, and then I rode the bike
Cruising through the narrow hills, I snap up my mirror blue face shield, wind gushing on my face, grazing my temples, whistles past my ears, and exits near my neck. The black pavement slides underneath me, so close, at points, only inches away. Hard and rough, as my brains perceives it, but in my eyes, it glistens and glides. Temptations to reach out and rub the leather of my gloves, and
Cherry is a very different soc because she loves watching sunsets just like Ponyboy. Throughout the story, Cherry’s simple life had been through many turns. She became friends with some greasers, her boyfriend, Bob gets killed by Johnny, she became a spy for the greasers, and her greaser friend, Johnny had died. She’d been so through so much, but she treats greasers and socs equally because she sees no difference in them.
Under a sky as blue as the fluffy scrunchie I wore every day that year, my second grade classmates pushed against each other. They were fighting for a prized spot just behind the line that marked the start of the loop around the fields perimeter. It was the day of the mile run. The smells of freshly cut grass and budding trees filled me with excitement as I took my place. I was ready to race.
Think about it, one of the hardest things a child will learn to do, beyond walking or talking, is learning how to ride a bicycle. That is the main reason we decided to give others a chance to see that teaching your child to ride a
The sweat began to pour from my body, while my heart raced to pump blood at an accelerated rate. The chase was on.
My mother would occasionally step outside to look for me, usually checking the swing first. I remember seeing my brother’s bike by the chicken coop, parked in a very creative way. It 's generally just lying around somewhere in the yard, and I usually don 't give it much thought, and I guess I didn 't give it much thought this time. I went over to it, and decided that this was my time to learn, just as my brother had, how to ride a bike. It did not make much sense to me, it just fell over before I even began to try riding
The ride to Saint Anselm College is only an hour and a half long, and I felt every minute of it. The vibration of the road below my feet, the pounding of the speaker by my side, and the swirling of nerves in the pit of my stomach. The windows were down and the warm air
Learning How to Ride a Bike One of my childhood memories that I remember was when I learned how to ride a bike by myself. I remembered that during one summer, my parents bought me the bike at Toys R Us. the bike costed around a hundred dollars. It took me about three days to learn how to ride a bike by myself.
Way back when I was little, I wanted to learn how to use a tricycle. I easily learned how to use it. Way before middle school and high school, it happened that the day had come. I was going to learn how to use a bicycle. I was not successful at first because I could not keep my balance and use my pedals fast enough to move without losing my balance. Then I took my feet off of the bike pedals, and put my feet on the ground and stopped. I was afraid to get hurt by falling down on the driveway.
I was only ten years old when I began learning how to ride a bike which wasn’t easy for me but got the hang of like any other person would. My family members were annoyed of me constantly asking for someone to teach me. I wanted my own bike just like my sisters and be able to ride along with them and not bother with their rude remarks of not being able to ride a bike. So my father decided to help me learn in front of my building in the summer until I was able to ride on my own. My father's reason for teaching was for us to spend more quality time together since he was always working. It took me three weeks to learn due to the small accident I had which help me learn a valuable lesson.