The first time I ever rode a dirt bike was when I was the age ten and then I never rode another one until I was fifteen years old. This is relevant because to learn how to ride a dirtbike takes time and help from others. My father had been riding dirt bikes and quads since he was a child, so when I needed help I looked up to him. I was clueless on how to operate a dirt bike until I asked my dad for help. Now I can ride a motorized bike with no problem!
I had waited 6 months for this day. The day we went to the beach for my 13th birthday. California beach specifically. We had to leave at 6 o’clock in the morning to get there on time so we could get in our hotel. It took us 7 hours to get there. When we finally got there it was beautiful. Me and my brother were jumping up and down in our seats at the sight of the beautiful clear blue water and the whitest sand i’ve ever seen.
I had talked my mom into getting on the Hades 360 roller coaster, she avoided me of course, but my heart was pounding with adrenaline. My palms sweaty and my heart pounding we stepped up to our seat, we buckled up and before we knew it we were off. Slowly going up the hill my hair blowing in the wind , and of course my mom screaming. We went done the first hill, my stomach dropped because of laughter. The ride was over in a blink of an eye. My mom was laughing by the time it was over, my mom has fun and that was all that mattered to
When I was in the 6th grade I went over to a man up the street from me and bought a riding lawn mower. That summer I mowed lawns for 6 people. And it broke a lot. It was a piece of crap, but I kept working on it. I spent over triple for what I payed for it in parts. I replaced the points, the starter, the battery, the carburetor, the fuel pump, and the engine mounts. Then the hydro blew up so I stopped using that one and got another.
One day in the summer my mom told me we were going to this place in Auburn Hills to go to this museum where i met four Nascar Drivers! So when i went to the museum we had to wait five to six hours in a line with a lot of people. I got to meet my favorite driver! i was so excited when i got to meet him.
One fall day my boyfriend and I were out on a ride on the four wheelers to Lake Linden to visit his family and enjoy the colors as the leaves were beginning to change. I was leading the way and I accidently took the wrong turn and we decided to call my mom to come find us. After an hour of sitting around we decided to get ourselves out of the situation, so we started driving. My boyfriend seen a mud-hole and decided to hit it. He decided to slowly ease into it and then slowly gave it more gas. Next thing we knew we were stuck in a mud-hole that was almost waist deep. Finally my mom found us down one four wheeler, once she found out why we were down a four wheeler she laughed and told us we have to get out of that mess ourselves, and left to
It was as hot as the sun in Lakeland , Florida that summer morning. Me and my dad were trying out my new roller blades that I got for my 8th birthday. I was super nervous about it all. I was starting to regret it all, when my dad said ,” You can do this!” I told him ,” OK, if you say so “ and we just started strolling around holding each others hands.
On a windy October night, I was in the car going to learn to skate. My dad and I were talking in the car about how the blackhawks played yesterday. They won 3-0. Anyway, when we pulled in I felt a burst of excitement because I realized that I just got a new pair of skates.
My friend and I were hanging out in her garage, we were making something for her dad. Then out of nowhere, she said “you should get your ears pierced”. So I said ok, I called my brother to come pick us up so about twenty minutes later he showed up. I started to think about me getting my ears pierced so we went out to Ricke Hogamen’s place and drove down his riding trails and there was a big drop off for dirt bikes and four-wheelers.
The day finally came my 8th birthday all i could think about that day was a dirt bike.what kind is it going to be? What color is it going to be? And the excitement just kept running through my body.
Later that day, my sister and I went to the track at Memorial Park. My sister was teaching me how to bike. In the beginning, I was not happy and really wanted my dad to teach me instead of my sister. I was whining a lot whenever I passed my dad, but he always ignored me. Eventually, I gave up and allowed my sister to teach me how to bike. When I was finally able to ride the bike, my sister and I rode on the track together. We were talking to each other while paying attention to the road because
As a young boy, I was always looking to find someone to get me away from my two annoying sisters. I would lock myself away in my room or sneak outside to play basketball without them following me. One day my dad came home from work early with a big old box in his arms. My sisters and I were really interested as to what was in the box. My dad told me to meet him downstairs and for the girls to stay up there with our mom. When I got downstairs there sat my new best friend. My dad had bought me an Xbox. I was the happiest ten-year-old in the whole world even though I had no idea how to play it. I had seen people play it before but I was never asked to play with them.
For my birthday in September my parents gave me an ultimatum, I had to choose between 50 dollars, or I could go on a two week hunting trip. At that time I was a hunting fanatic and chose the hunting trip without a second thought. So a month after my birthday we flew out to Wisconsin and got ready to hunt at my Dad’s parents farm. We got there at about 4:30 p.m. and were debating on going hunting, But I was so gung-ho on hunting that I convinced my dad to take me just for a little while. I was so anxious and excited to be hunting that my hands were shaking.
It was my seventh birthday and also one of the best days of my entire life. I had just opened up the last of my presents and was thanking my family for all the gifts they had given me for my birthday. When I heard a bark and turned around to see my dad holding what would be my favorite birthday present that I ever received. It was my first dog, an Irish Setter named Scarlet.