Personal Narrative: When I Got My First Bike

When I turned 7 I got my first bike. It was a matte black bike that was a little too big for me, but I managed. At the time, I had never rode a bike before, and i didn’t know how. But my 7 year old self was determined to learn how. I took the bike outside and my dad helped me on. I got on the bike and started to wobble back and forth. My dad caught me just before I fell into a not so comfortable pile of rocky sand. I began to pedal with my dad holding the back seat to keep me balanced. At the time I didn’t know that he was the reason I didn’t fall. I told him to let go with confidence. The second he let go, I fell sideways and had a mouthful of dirt. I got back up, a little scared to get back on but i didn’t back down. I tried again this time

It was the summer going in to my 9th grade year. We had games scheduled all summer, but the freshmen were all mixed with the older kids to play jv teams . Finally, in the middle of the summer we had our first all freshmen game with just freshmen on our team. We played La Quinta high schools freshman team and we were all nervous. In the 4th quarter the score was barely 18-24. It was a very low scoring game and we had all given up that point. I was moved to the 1 man, which is point guard. I got the ball and ran up the court. I drove in and scored 2 points. Right after that we stopped them and I ran before they could set up their defense and scored another 2. For about 2 minutes nothing happened but I got very tired. I was drenching in sweat. Although I was very tired i kept pushing. I brought the ball down the court drove in and missed a layup, but we got the rebound and i made a jump shot. With a minute left I was gassed and wheezing. I ran up the court and score one final lay up. The score was all tied up . The other 4 starters came back in and my friend jevin ended up making a game winning free throw. The small crowd that there was road and were all yelling and