My First Bike

 It was a summer day in Lincoln Nebraska.  I was at my grandparents' house with my mom and dad when they brought me a bike.  This bike was not like the other bikes I had ridden because this one did not have training wheels.  This bike only had two wheels, one in the front and one in the back.  I was ecstatic until I saw that it wasn’t like my other bikes. This one was quite intimidating but my dad told me I’d be fine.  As I got the bike up and tried to pedal it only fell over, me almost going with it.  I didn’t think I could ever do it but my dad helped me over and over again until one time he let go and I didn’t even notice.  As soon as I got to the end of the block I realized that he let go and that I had done it.  I couldn’t believe it.  I had learned to ride a bike without training wheels.  I took off again and again going faster and faster until I hit a bump in the sidewalk and crashed.  Luckily I was wearing a helmet but that didn’t save my knees or my hands.  So my mom took me inside to clean up and I spent the rest of the day playing Lego Star Wars on my Wii.  Well at least until dinner.  Then I went back outside to play some more.