Personal Narrative: How My Earbike Changed My Life

Finally,I get home about 2:00am or 3:00am from ride around on dirt roads.It is fun and interesting thing ride on dirt roads twenty-four seven.It is interesting because sometime the wind is blow adn your hair will be blow around.We love when the wind is bolw because it nit hot and it is just right.When we ride we let down the wind shield but if it cold we let it up but if it going to raining we lave it up.Then we ride on dirt roads we have the radio on listen to music.That how us Axson people ride around on dirt roads and Dougals people

It all started for me when I was five, my dad told me when I could ride my bike without

When I was only four years old, my life changed forever. It was the year I moved to North Carolina. My dad’s friend got him a job opportunity that he simply couldn’t give up. So, he quit his job and found a nice rental house to live in. I had moved before but I don’t remember. I moved from Indiana to North Carolina with my brother my cat and my parents. When I moved to North Carolina, I was aware of what was happening, but I never realized how different everything would be. The house we moved into we only lived in for a year, but it was a pretty hectic year.

One sunny day I woke up and got out of bed and went into my mom and dad's room. I say, “Can we go buy my Dirt bike now?”

I always had a fascinating fear with roller coasters as a child. Whenever I went to any amusement parks with my friends, I never dared to go on any roller coasters with them. It was a type of perpetual horror for me. I would have never gotten over it had it not been for my childhood friend Dean. Dean was the daring, loyal, and confident type of person, but can be frighteningly irrational at times. His personality made him the direct opposite of me who was rather shy at the time. As if it was fate, this lead to him helping me overcome my fear of roller coasters.

My dad wouldn't let me go with him,Trent, and Boo his childhood friend who had come with us because the trails were harder

With my town’s population of 12, I would think I would become fairly acquainted with the citizens of Bettles, Alaska, however I would soon find out just how incorrect I was. Biking home after a long day of work, I expected the same schedule of events as every other day: the Marcus family greeting me on their front porch, the town’s handy-man Michael Dunleavy persistently asking me if I needed any work done around the house, and Milton Hamlin, the decrepit military veteran, listening to his ancient record player that has been around since before any other of his neighbors were born. However, today was different; none of the aforementioned interactions occurred. Not seeing anyone was unsettling. Where was everyone?

I remember my family and I finishing our yummy, grilled peanut-butter sandwiches that my dad would always cook. I walked out outside, it was a beautiful, sunny day on a Saturday. It was about 70 degrees. The breeze felt amazing like you could just be outside for hours. Kids were outside playing on their play sets, seeming to not have a worry in the day. I've always wanted something that I could actually ride instead of just a fake four-wheeler that little kids had. When I first got one, I of course begged and begged my dad to take me for a spin. I wanted to learn, and I was very happy to get to ride this big, blue bike. He was always busy, but he made

When they were done loading all the dirt bikes on the trailer we left our house.

Exposition: Have you ever had your bike stop out of nowhere, and you not know why? Pedaling but not moving anywhere. Feeling stuck, or even tipping over! Ouch, that really hurts! One morning I was my own savior. It was when I learned how to fix a chain on a bicycle wheel.

It was in August. I was 8 and my dad told me that we were going to ride our bikes near the Appalachian Trail. I didn’t want to, but he had a rule that if you wanted to do screen time, you had to do something outdoors. So, we got in my dad’s red truck and headed to Vernon, New Jersey, where my dad wanted us to ride our bikes. When we got there, we pulled out our bikes from the truck. That’s when my bike tipped over and fell on my leg. When it fell, I felt a sharp pain where it landed. I pushed my bike off and realized that my leg was bleeding because of a cut. The cut was deep. As soon as my dad saw this, he ran over, took off his sock, and tied it on my leg. Then he helped me into our truck and drove home. On the drive home, he told me that

Even though I knew the risks of riding a bike, I never really expected that anything would ever happen to me. Even though I am always aware of my surroundings, I wear my helmet and ride in the designated bike areas, I found myself lying on the ground confused and hurt. A driver had reached for something in his car and hit me. Luckily, they stopped to see if I was okay and gave me their information. I waited their for the ambulance with mixed thoughts in my head. One was focusing on how expensive this is going to be and what am I gonna do about the bills and the other half of me is trying to pretend that my leg is not broken. Turns out my leg was broken, and the bills did come as high as I thought they would. I filed a claim with the drivers

In these event my life has been completely altered. Whether it was through my personality or physical things. I cannot complain about these events because as far as I know, they have changed my life for the better.

My first memory was riding my little tricycle in the parking lot below my family's apartment. It wasn’t a necessarily gloomy day, but there were clouds blocking my view of the blue sky. My mother was nearby watching me carefully as I played, doing her best to ensure that no harm would come my way.

Jennifer Lopez once said “You’ve got to love yourself first. You’ve got to be okay on your own before you can be okay with somebody else.” It was Sunday evening and outside it was so nice and the breeze was blowing. Everything was completely flawless - it was an immaculate day. As I took a seat giving my mother a chance to brush my hair, I just couldn't wait to get up and go outside to ride my bicycle. It was a routine for me and I was upbeat when I got the opportunity to ride my bicycle. It rode so easily and when I was riding the breeze would simply blow through my hair. To me, that was my car, in spite of the fact that I was extremely distant from having the capacity to drive. Once my mother finished I was so on edge to go out and ride my bicycle. For a moment I was riding alone until I rode past my friend’s home. She lived directly down the road from me. When she saw me she was energized and she went to get her bicycle in spite of the fact that her mother wasn't home and her oldest sister was watching her. She snuck her bicycle out of the yard and we both rode down to my end of the road. We were simply riding and having a ton of fun, doing tricks like riding without any hands, riding with one hand, riding standing up and many other tricks. There was this empty home over the road from me and I chose to pivot in the yard. As I'm pivoting, my brake string gets caught in my tire making me tumble off my bicycle. My mouth hitting the ground first. I saw a great deal of blood,