When I was 6, I spent my last days of summer with my friends from when the sun rose up peeking from the clouds, to when it was setting in the sky. We would watch as the sun would leave the vibrant pinks, purples, and oranges to slowly take over the bright blue sky. That Afternoon, I rode my little purple and pink bike down the street with the scratching sound of the horrible training wheels dragging back and forth across the rough pavement.
The late August sun came radiating down from the cloudless sky,onto my head. The smell of flowers and freshly mowed grass surrounded me as I rode my bike down the road with my squeaky training wheels dragging behind me. My legs pumped furiously, pushing myself down the beat-up road with my short brown hair flying behind me. It only took me a quick minute to get down to my friend’s house. As I made my way up their driveway, my friend came rushing out of the house, eager to spend the day with our friends. A girl I didn’t really know followed through the doorway right behind her., I had recognized her from school., Ssometimes I had played with her at recess. I then learned that her name was Emily.
The two slightly older girls went and got their bikes from behind the garage where they had parked them earlier in the day. I felt left out as we rode to Emily’s house, I was the only one still riding my bike with training wheels. Approaching her house, I started to see the view of a woman on her porch, ‘That must be her mom’ I thought to myself. Emily’s mom seemed like a nice lady, offering us cold lemonade to cool us down as we came through the gate and up onto the porch.
Noticing my training wheels, her mom asked me if I wanted to learn how to ride a two-wheeler. As my eyes met hers, it was obvious that I was overjoyed by her offer. All four of us stood in the street, ready to watch me ride the bike down the road. Her mom steadied me as I got on and told me to start pedalling.
“Are you ready?” Her mom asked me cautiously, I felt her push me forward to give me a boost, but when I looked back she was still standing in the same spot.
Up until school started, I spent the remaining days riding on a two wheel bike, the training wheels were gone.
The late August sun came radiating down from the cloudless sky,onto my head. The smell of flowers and freshly mowed grass surrounded me as I rode my bike down the road with my squeaky training wheels dragging behind me. My legs pumped furiously, pushing myself down the beat-up road with my short brown hair flying behind me. It only took me a quick minute to get down to my friend’s house. As I made my way up their driveway, my friend came rushing out of the house, eager to spend the day with our friends. A girl I didn’t really know followed through the doorway right behind her., I had recognized her from school., Ssometimes I had played with her at recess. I then learned that her name was Emily.
The two slightly older girls went and got their bikes from behind the garage where they had parked them earlier in the day. I felt left out as we rode to Emily’s house, I was the only one still riding my bike with training wheels. Approaching her house, I started to see the view of a woman on her porch, ‘That must be her mom’ I thought to myself. Emily’s mom seemed like a nice lady, offering us cold lemonade to cool us down as we came through the gate and up onto the porch.
Noticing my training wheels, her mom asked me if I wanted to learn how to ride a two-wheeler. As my eyes met hers, it was obvious that I was overjoyed by her offer. All four of us stood in the street, ready to watch me ride the bike down the road. Her mom steadied me as I got on and told me to start pedalling.
“Are you ready?” Her mom asked me cautiously, I felt her push me forward to give me a boost, but when I looked back she was still standing in the same spot.
Up until school started, I spent the remaining days riding on a two wheel bike, the training wheels were gone.