My Experience On My Life

in my voice. It made my stomach flip to hear the fear in my own tones.

My dad is a firm believer in learning through experience. They both looked at me and my dad said, “Get on.” After putting on the dirt bike outfit mom and grandma gave I jumped on the bike. My dad Kneeled down at me and started talking about how to go stop turn shift and all I heard was go and stop. So now it was time I looked the part and have the cool bike now the pressure was on. We started it up and I pulled on the throttle and it started moving. I was doing well

over puddle and lost my grip of the handle bars. I went flying off the

Learning to ride a bicycle is not as easy as it sounds. I was around the age of ten when my mother and I decided it was time for me to get rid of those silly training wheels. Frightened as I was I had not considered the disadvantages of this experience. I have seen kids learn to ride bicycles for the first time and they always ended up with cuts and bruises. After breaking down the advantages and disadvantages, I realized it was going to have to happen one way or another so my mother collected the materials in order to proceed. First of all we chose a safe location. The street besides my house was perfect it was a dead end. My mother took the tools and tossed out those training wheels off my bike. I had put on the helmet, elbow pads, and knee pads. It was time to start and I was petrified. My mother then lifted me up and placed me on my bicycle as she held me from the back of the seat. I felt a hard push and startled ,and felt as if the entire world was about to collapse on my chest. All I could do was pedal, but my mind could not think as quick as I anticipated. As a

In the story when I learn to ride a bike, one of the big conflicts was when I was nervous and I got the courage to try riding. I then had to overcome my fear of falling off my bike, and I fell the two times I tried. Next, my mom tried to push me off to give me a good start, but that caused me to crash again. I finally just got fed up with falling, and I wanted to quit riding. After about five minutes of crying and whining, I decided to try one more time. This time I would have my step-dad, Michael, push me

When I was seven years old one day my dad bought me a little blue bike and I was excited and scared,more scared than excited;scared of losing control and go onto incoming traffic getting my fragil kid bones snapped. My dad bought the bike for me because one of his friends from work was willing to sell it to him for a low price, so my dad said might as well buy it if it's cheap that way if I wanted to ride bike anytime soon I would ride the bike and if not it didn't cost much and we could just sell it.Alot of hours, days,weeks past until the moment the day to feel the adrenaline run through my body as I would feel frightened by the speed making my stomach feel shook,it was a hot summer day I was ready to ride the “two tire’d mobile” my dad

New things to me always scared me away, and riding a bike was no exception at all. After I changed into my brother’s old racing clothes, I went outside to get on my bike. I was struggling to sit on the seat of the bike and keep it balanced. After, I finally got adjusted comfortably my father came over and handed me a helmet. He helped me get to the end of our bumpy driveway.

In April of 2012, I was ten years old and living in a loving, happy household in Southern Maryland. My family consisted of my mother, and my two older sisters, Rachel and Lauren. I was of course like every other typical ten year old; I loved to watch Nickelodeon, Disney Channel, hanging out with my friends, and to spend time with my family. I did not think much about boys the way my sisters usually did, but I knew that one day that I was to marry a boy because that is what seemed to be the only option growing up.

Hello , Im Jamie i'm 18 years old and I want to travel the world when I get out of college but that but that seems almost impossible for me .

“It’s Monday night, still haven’t come up with anything yet?” my daughter asks me as she comes into my bedroom. She finds me at my desk staring at my computer in a daze yet again. She knows I have been here for quite a while again today. The shreds of loose leaf paper on the floor that the dog has had a field day with are a dead giveaway. “Drink enough coke, mama?” she says laughing under her breath as she walks out of the room. I look over to see the three diet Dr. Pepper cans lined up in a row on my desk next to a plate that still has bits of the homemade fudge cake on it. “It’s true.” I think to myself. “Here it is last minute!”

“Are you excited for your trip?” my mom asked me. “I'm not sure,” I replied. I had never been on a school trip, and I wasn’t sure how it was going to be. Ten days spent in Greece, would be, to say the least, a bit of a stretch for my exhausted brain. I was fresh out of the eighth grade, the official worst year of my life to this date. I had asked myself over and over why I had chosen to go on this trip. I was tired, and wanted to just be alone for the next two months, but I knew that I had already committed to it. I tried telling myself that it would be a good experience, that I would fulfill my childhood dreams, but I didn't believe myself. My mom asked me why I wasn’t sure, but I said nothing more than “I don't know.” I was unsure of how to feel. How I should feel was clashing heads with how I did feel, and it was all too much to bear. I felt sick with guilt.

Lessons, They’re many of them that we need to and can learn about in life even if they seem pointless. Well I learned a very important lesson back when I was young I think it’s still very important to this day. I’m in 4th grade and I was still young and didn’t know a lot of things during that time and also thought like most kids that school was miserable and just wanted to get through the whole day. It’s about time to go when our teacher announces that we are going to be learning about bicycle safety tomorrow and if we have our own bicycle we can bring it. My head perked up and I was paying a little attention to what she was saying and it sounded a little interesting to me but there was a problem with this. I had my own bicycle but the only thing is I didn’t know how to ride it well more like I didn’t know how to keep my self balanced. Since I didn’t know how to keep myself balanced on a bike I decided that I wouldn’t bring a bicycle and just walk through the lesson but I had a heavy feeling in my chest that urged me to learn

Life is a series of tests. The test varies by person and it all comes down to how well you take the test that you were given and chose to take. I was given the test of being the first in my family to ever apply for a college education because both my parents never had the opportunity and privilege to attend college due to their family obligations. Finally, I chose to undertake the only sport that could ever emulate the spirit of rugby, swimming, basketball, and wrestling in one: water polo.

My eyes were filled with tears and my hands sweaty. I was nervous about how mommy would look after coming home from the hospital. I was 10, it was daytime outside, but inside and all around me it was nighttime, darkness was coming and it filled me with terror. My mother worked as a nurse in the local hospital, I could smell her uniform even today.

In elementary school, I didn’t have many true friends and it got lonely at times. When I was 7 I met my cousin Taylor. Taylor was my polar opposite but still kindred spirits, to me a match made in heaven. Like any other neighborhood kid, being outside was the most freeing time. Riding bikes to the park, sitting on your driveway and coloring with chalk, and my favorite, sitting in the grass and looking at clouds. “I don’t know how to ride a bike.” I blurted out breaking the silence between my cousin and I. Taylor sat up and laughed, “You don’t know how to ride a bike? I learned when I was 5 with my brothers.” I hung my head looking at my feet because I felt ashamed of the fact i was the only kid who didn’t know how to ride a bike. Sensing that I was sad about this face Taylor cleared her throat and declared, “I’m going to teach you how to ride your bike.” At 7, you would think a child would be excited but, deep down I was elated and terrified at the same time. Taylor kept pushing until I finally said yes to her becoming my teacher.