Ride over Obstacles

When I think back, one of my most memorable childhood experiences would definitely be learning to ride a bike. Almost every child will encounter this event in some period of their lifetime, and will actually discover a great deal from it. I consider this a classic event in my life that will always be revered, because it has influenced and marked my life in so many different ways. Many people consider learning to ride a bike a new experience, but they do not consider the possibility of it also having an internal meaning that will last forever. This event not only represents freedom for me, but it also helped me establish the groundwork on which I base my existence. Learning to ride a two-wheeler demonstrated a new way to have fun, and also illustrates how powerful and overcoming obstacles help take down challenges throughout life.

I can still remember it as if it happened yesterday; I was no more than seven or eight years of age. I was starting to realize that all of the other kids where riding two-wheelers, and I was the only one still riding a small bike with those ridiculous training wheels. I felt that it was time for me to make a transition from training wheels to a “big kid” bike.

I woke up one morning ready to learn to ride a bike. The day I was not going to give up so quick like other days. My dad had told me the day before that he would teach me to ride a bike. I got out of my bed enthusiastic to begin the lesson. My parents were asleep. I ran to their room. I heard my dad loudly snoring and my mother so silent that you could hear a needle drop.

“Dad, dad, wake up its time for you to teach me how to ride a bike!” I yelled so he could purposely wake up. My dad woke up not. “What time is it? Teach you what?” he slowly opened his eyes. My mom also heard me yell and woke up too. She slowly stared to get up and go towards the bathroom. My dad was still lying down. “Dad, you promised me you would teach me to ride a bike to day. Don’t you u remember?”

My dad slowly got up. He told me to get ready because we were going to have a long day and we needed to start early. In my head I really did not what he meant but I listen to him and went to get ready. I put some shorts on with a tank top ready for the hotness of the son. Once I stepped out my room, my mom laugh at me and told me to change.

“You better go change because you don’t know what’s going to hit you, so go cover up those legs and that’s arm we don’t want to have any scares” as she continues to laugh. I was confused but I listen. So far I was confused on what my parents were talking about. The only thing I was not confused on was that I was going to learn to ride a bike.