Jenny+Cho

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First time to learn how to ride a bike “Daddy! I’m gonna go down the hill!” I yelled a crossed the parking lot when Dad was talking with one of the neighbors, Mr. Kim. “I guess he didn’t hear me. Oh well, it’s just once. He wouldn’t know,” I thought to myself. Learning to ride a bike for the first time from Dad, I was very excited, so I couldn’t wait for Dad to stop talking to Mr. Kim. Dragging my shiny blue brand new bike up the top of the rocky hill, I saw my dad glaring at me as if he noticed what was I going to do. So I pretended that I wasn’t doing anything and stared at him back like nothing happened. When Dad turned around to face Mr. Kim, I placed both of my hands on the red, round handle of my bike and one foot on the flat hard ground and the other on the paddle. Trying to balance on the bike, I was tilting side to side. “One, two, three,” I counted to myself slowly. Speeding down the heavy hill with one of my feet that was resting on the ground, I felt a cold breeze pressing against my face. Thinking I was excellent at this, I turned to see my Dad and waved at him as I was speeding up some more. However, he didn’t see me. While I was speeding down the hill so fast, I lost my track, and now both of my feet were on the ground trying to stop the bike. “Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed. I almost saw my Dad’s angry face looking towards at me. My heart dropped, but it was too late. I plopped right into the green gigantic, and smelly garbage can. Dropping to the ground left a huge bruise on my arms and legs where I collapsed. With forehead bleeding, I couldn’t move. Then my Dad ran across to rescue me. I thought he was going to yell at me for doing this, but he didn’t say anything except asking me if I was okay. I am not really close to my Dad. He’s very strike. He scolds me every time when I do something wrong. I get mad even though I know he did that because he cares and loves for me. My Dad and mom works in a factory. They come home late at night in the week days. I usually go to my friend’s house who lives nearby to sleep over. Or sometimes, one of my mom’s friend comes over to watch over my brother, sister, and I. Although, I am little tight with Mom, because she stays home the whole day, in the weekend, to spend time with me, or mostly to clean the house, do laundry while she was gone, but it’s really hard for me get along with Dad because he is not usually around me. So I thought this was the perfect timing to get close to my dad. Any way, after he saw me lying on the ground, he piggy backed me all the way to the house. I regretted myself for what I had just done. I remembered when Dad warned me to be very careful and don’t do anything until he tells me before getting my bike out in the garage, but ruined it. Dad will probably be very upset now. After my mom got dressed quickly, my dad, mom, and I hurried to the emergency room to get stitches on my nose. Although my mom hid her face from me, I knew she was crying. Lager at night, when I came back from the emergency room, I saw my poor bike lying on the floor. It was completely damaged. The tires were crushed to the side leaving little holes, each handles were broken into thousands and thousands of tiny pieces, and the paddles were torn apart. It looked like an erupted volcano. I felt depressed. I didn’t say a word when I saw my bike destroyed and slowly walked into the room. It took a couple weeks for me to recover. The stitches left a little mark on the right side of my nose. Once I got hurt from riding a bike I was intimidated to start again. I had fear, but my dad helped me to be brave again. I started learning again with my sister’s bike, but I was upset how I couldn’t use my bike anymore. My dad promised me that if I learn how to ride a bike fully, he would buy me a new bike. I tried my best to impress my dad. Now because of my dad’s help, I can ride a bike by myself without anyone’s help. Whenever my family goes to the picnic, I take my bike with no hesitation. When I fall, I get up by myself, giving confident. My dad is an awesome teacher. I wasn’t scared at all anymore because he was always there for me and because of the encouragement that he gave me. I am very thankful that I have a Dad that can teach me and I also learned to be brave, confident, thankfulness, and trusting him more than before because he is always right.