My Favorite Experience

When you’re young, there’s little that surpasses the love of a boy and his bike. From the first time experiencing the freedom of pedal-powered independence to exploring the mysteries of your neighborhood, there’s nothing else like it. It’s pure, unadulterated freedom of exploration — a feeling that Jimmy Hallyburton has managed to carry with him since the first time his sneaker hit pedal.

Riding a bike is something that humans do and to ride a bike is something that is human, “Every Friday, the girls who had learned how to ride a bicycle celebrated by going on chaperoned trips into town.” (Russell 238). This displays how the girls who do a good job such as Claudette, get to go to the town to celebrate their accomplishments of riding a bike, celebrating their humanity. The girls become very sad and show their wolf like features when they hear that they will be seeing their brothers. “Our invisible tails went limp.”

The ride was an uncomfortable silence, the man next to me didn’t say anything and neither did I, being the incredibly talkative person I am.The field was a dull green, similar to my mood. But with ironic splashes of colorful clothes worn by the people, contradicting the atmosphere of the field. I stepped off the cart to meet the blue eyes of a red-headed woman who would be my coach for the remaining time I was the

In the story Rough Road Ahead by Joe Kurmaskie, a cyclist’s journey through California turns sour after talking with and taking direction from old-timers. He confronts many obstacles along his voyage to Yosemite. In and attempt to take a shortcut to his destination, he encounters worsening terrains that progressively changes his mental state. From the ghost town to his 18-mile ride, his unpleasant experience causes him to distrust other’s advice as the harsh setting deteriorates his lucidity.

The ground looked up at me menacingly. After an agonizing 2 minutes, we reached the curve at the top of the hill. As we rounded the bend, I glimpsed the drop ahead. The butterflies drummed twice as hard now. Then, the end of the curve was upon me, and we stopped! “What happened? Is something wrong?” All of the sudden, the brakes gave way. A yell tore itself from my lungs as we flew down the hill. My hands gripped the armrests like there was no tomorrow. But then, after the initial drop, excitement flared through me. “This is the best rollercoaster ever!” I thought to myself. The coaster took me up, down, and all around. It felt like I was flying, we were going so fast. But, to my despair, all roller coasters end. As we pulled up to the dismount station, I thought to myself, “I’m never going to forget this!”

The rides was the way that mom unintentionally thrusted me upon the world ahead. She allowed me to bypass the tourist attractions and remnants of Communism’s glorious days to go straight to the nooks and crannies, to see tall glass buildings that were becoming the norm of life for some and dark, damp ally-ways that were still the norm of life for many others. Some days we went past dog-meat restaurants where waiters heckled at us for not stopping in for a meal. Other days, when my teary eyes wet the fabric at her shoulder after my so-called best friends bragged about hanging out without me, we stopped at an ice cream store where the owner told me I deserved better. I quietly took Hanoi into the back of my palm, smelling the roses and pointing out the things I would change.

Danni contemplated turning around and going only god knows where but before Danni could decide she was yanked out of her thoughts by an abnormally loud horn blaring from a car. Sighing she jerked her bike forward and away from the packed Diner. Danni's figure biked down a wide road, not quite leisurely, for her large backpack hanging off of her back had started to dig into their shoulders, but happy. The girl was happy because of the easy escape, she had left the commotion of the town many times. The girl smiled there was the worn path down to the center of her small town, snaking through the trees to meet the rocky dirt roads. Danni had always loved the buzz of the new, the thrill of the unknown, the seeking of new answers that push her limits.

“Hello, my name is Isaac Lopez and I learned to ride a bike at 9 years, and wondered if it gets me popular, but I learned that it could do much more. Riding a bike raised your selfesteem. I started bleeding, but then realized my parents pushed me to try, to ride by myself, but we haven’t got to that part of the story.”

I loved my bike, so much that I would ride it every day. To school and on the weekends I would ride it like it is the only possible thing to do in life. In the summer of 2011, my dad took the training wheels off my bike. After this, I developed a deep fear of my bike, but I really wanted to ride it to school. “ This might be the worst day ever... “ I thought to myself.

On a beautiful Saturday morning I was sitting on my newly painted porch, enjoying the bristling winds, hearing chirping birds to a beat, and well— just the great outdoors. Rocking back and forth on the family porch swing, I heard the soothing squeak of the old chair. The view of my bike locked, hanging onto the garage, and the smell of the freshly cut grass got me daydreaming about the exciting events of tonight. My friends Piper, Jasmine, Mae, and I were planning to bike around our town, Hillzboro, to find the highest point in which we can see the once in a lifetime Blue Moon. The main reason why it was so important to us four is because it’s the reason we became so close. Ever since childhood we’ve been

The night before we began our journey to Orlando, I didn’t get much sleep. My eyes were wide open like an owl most of the night, tossing and turning under my cloudy soft comforter thinking about what awaited me the next 24 hours. I have always been interested about what it would be like to go on a roller coaster, but I hated the feeling of weightlessness like a balloon. I even hated going on elevators, just the thought of all that force sent a shivering sensation throughout my body that made me agonizingly uncomfortable. Nevertheless, there was a roaring lion fearlessness within me that wanted to indulge on this endeavor. In the morning we pack the family SUV as if we were sardines in a can and headed out to Islands of Adventure.

As a foodie, eating foods is my favorite thing and I also find my speciality in eating, that is tasting food and know the condiment in every dishes. When I was a child, I usually go to kitchen to see adults cooking. My intention is not to learn how to cook, but to know where the dishes that I felt very delicious from out of curiosity. As time passed, I knew the recipe of every dishes that I like gradually and learned how to improve it taste. I born at a country that have many delicious foods and the cuisine like to use many kinds of condiments. Through the process of knowing the recipe of cuisine, I also learned many condiments and their use.

A smile, a small compliment from a stranger or a word of encouragement all have the ability to brighten someone’s day. These same actions can even change a person’s life. Inspiration can strike at any moment. For me, it was at the Winter Garden Theatre in New York City sometime in March of 2011. It wasn’t a smile or kind word that changed me, but a musical number, a group of dancers, and an orchestra five feet in front of me.

Can you recall the greatest experience of your life? Football has been a love of mine since I was a undersized kid. I really grew attached to a team called the Washington Redskins. A lot of my sundays were spent in front of the television gazing as the Redskins put in work. On September 24th my dad came home with pale papers in his rugged hand. He placed the papers in my grip which were tickets to go see the Redskins play the Chiefs in Kansas City on October 2nd.

When I was younger I always loved action movies. I always loved to watch hand to hand combat. It just seemed so fun to watch. I always only watched the fighting parts and skipped everything else. Watching people fight made me so happy and pumped up. I would feel so confident and motivated. So, one day I was thinking of the most imaginable thoughts. I started playing movies in my head of me fighting bad guys. Saving the princess from the evil ninjas. Saving the damsel in distress from the half human, half dragon, man. Undercover cop fighting Backstreet thugs to save a woman’s purse. Being the hero and saving the day. All the things you could day-dream about when you’re a kid. I always played games with some sort of fighting tactic too. Mostly a game called Assassin’s Creed or Prince Of Persia. It just was so fun to me. I felt like I had a connection to hand to hand combat. But, I knew that a lot of discipline and hardwork will follow. If one day I was a real fighter.