Today I want to talk about an experience of riding bike when I was seven years old. I almost forgot everything that happened in my childhood. When I saw the bike in front of my dorm, it reminded me my experience of learning how to ride a bike. I want to write it down so that I won't forget it again.
At that time, I am very afraid of riding a bike, but at the same time, I also wanna try to ride a bike. So I asked my mom to help me to learn how to ride the bike. We went to a store and I got a bike. My mom told me that if I bought it, I really need to learn to ride bike by heart and not giving it up. I promised her that I won’t give up.
After we went back home, my mom and I went to a park to practice riding bike. I knew nothing about how to ride a bike, so I asked my mom to help me a little bit. I can’t let my feet leave the ground because I can’t be balanced. I asked my mom pushed the bike to help me. So that I can put my feet on the bike. Few minutes later, she let it go, because she thought that I am familiar with it. But I totally lost control and fell on the ground. But she asked me to try it one more time. And I tried harder than the last time, but I lost control and fell on the ground again. After several falling and practice, I finally made it. It was really a big deal and a big success for me and I was really happy about that.
Even though I forgot how to ride bike now, that was an unforgettable experience in my childhood. It remain fresh in my memory. :D