Personal Narrative : Riding A Bike In High School

I wanted to take that boat out and go tubing for the first time in my life. I was so excited that I even offered to blow up the tube by myself with nothing but my lungs, not knowing we had an air pump. Finally, after what felt like hours of begging like the annoying twelve year old I was, my dad said it was time to go. My sisters and I got our life jackets and wet shirts on, while my baby brother and step mom got on the boat, and my dad sat in the driver’s seat. My sisters and I were on the back on the tube, trying to find the best way to position our arms so we didn’t fall off. My dad turned the key to the boat and suddenly, my excitement turned to sheer panic. What happens if I fall off? What if my sisters fall off? What if there was a lake monster or a really big fish in the water? From that moment on, I was determined to stay on, so I held on to the handles for dear

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

Are you sure you should do this?” But I was young, and stupid. Instead of listening, I tried to do the trick. Unfortunately, I tried to wave and ride one- handedly up the steep, rocky driveway up to the house. One minute I was riding fast, wind in my hair, the next, I was crying on the gravel, with a rock in my knee, and sweat and tears stinging my eyes. The sharp pain was causing me to regret my decisions much, and the coppery smell of blood mixed with the salty taste of tears was all my mind would think of. There were sounds all around me, but my sobs were all I could

Before I longboarded, I thought that I would never learn hot to ride one or that I as going to get hurt. Well one of those things came true and I’ll tell you that it wasn’t the first one. It was a sunny Milwaukee afternoon and me and my friend Nick were very hungry. He wanted to go to Wendy's but no one there to drive us and it was at least a mile away. He suggested that he rides his longboard, and I ride my bike, but my bike was buried in the back of my garage. But then he said that I should ride my dad's longboard to Wendy’s. I was nervous but I said I would only ride it if my dad said yes thinking that he would say no. So I called him and asked him and he said yes so I grabbed the board and went outside. When I tried to ride it, I was slow

We went around the neighborhood and my brother tagged along. We were wandering for a while when they decided to bike down the grassy ditch behind our houses, and I hesitated to accompany them. They went first and I stood above the drop, knowing very well this wasn’t a good idea. Taking one last deep breath, I pushed forward and started to make my way down.

Have you ever looked off a tall cliff? Now Imagine going 30 mile per hour on a bike with curvy roads with huge cliffs on your side with no rails. I left with my family from our hotel in Manitou springs, Colorado. From the hotel we drove to a bike tour place to take us up Pikes Peak. When we got the building we saw pictures of how big the cliffs were, but another thing scared me even more was the fact they had no side rails. When I saw that there were no side rails I was really excited as well as terrified. It was an odd mix of emotions, but I liked the adrenaline rush it gave me. My dad said to me, “ This is going to be freaky”.

My brother who has been riding twenty years ( He’s 31) was still over the mountain side holding onto his bike with one hand and a tree with the other keeping himself from falling down a six hundred foot drop. My brother even though he does everything in his power to annoy me i have to say he’s a good man and a brave one to not be freaking out over a cliff face. I know if it was me I would be panicking but Jonathan was able to control himself and keep himself calm only knowing he had to make it home to my niece and nephew. At the beginning of the trail are father had went down I could still hear the fourwheelers racing and them they stopped. At this point my mom was sitting on the back bumper of her razor freaking out (she’s a panicker ) and

I’m laying down in my bed and I get the munchies for some candy. I went in my wood dresser and grabbed a $5 bill out the top drawer. I went downstairs to my dad’s room. “I’m finna go to the store”, I said. “Alright bring me back a pink lemonade Brisk and some Lemon Heads”. He gives me $10 and I walk to the back door. I open the door and a heavy wind hit me. The wind is ice because it is so cold. I tell myself for the hundredth time don’t forget the Brisk and Lemon Heads. I look around outside and all I can see is darkness. The sky is dark like the color black.

Early one morning I woke up earlier than normal. I was 5 when this thing happened and this how I learned the true meaning of fear. My brother said that we were going some were great it made me jump for joy in the living room. I jolted up the stairs to my parent’s room of course my dad and mom were asleep.

I leaned forward, trying to see when the ride would drop, but the safety straps really restricted me. And all I could do was look down. The higher we got, the more fear entered my body. My heart rate was beating like a drum. I started to breathe harder and faster. We are getting really, really high. Aren't we gonna drop now, I thought multiple times. But no, it just kept on going up. Suddenly, I felt nerves that bounced around throughout my body. The ride dropped! I screamed my head off, and so did everyone else. I realized that my body was no longer on the seat! The ride darted down the pole, but I felt as if time had slowed down. The machine had stopped abruptly and suddenly I was sitting on my seat once again. I felt sick to my stomach and a massive headache had overtaken me. I unstrapped myself and slipped on my silver flip flops. I walked staggerly down the metal ramp to meet up with Austin and Evie at the bottom of the stairs. I leaned on Austin, not ready to walk on my own. We all took a breather. They both looked

We all nodded our heads and began to stride through the entrance. As serious as I looked walking in, I was anxious and afraid. This line was probably the longest line I've ever seen. I thought going on the ride might be a waste of time; it was only thirty seconds. Not only was the ride bothering me, but the

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.

Living with the thrill of riding a dirt bikes can catch up to me and lead to dire consequences. To start off, it was an excellent summer day, the glistering, bright sun shined upon the bright blue sky. But little did I know, on this sterling day, I was about to learn a valuable lesson. As a child, during the summertime there wasn’t much for me to do. But the one activity I did almost everyday cruise the roads on my ride my dirt bike. Living in the country as a child made hanging out with friends much more difficult with my parents at work, but I always had my dirt bike to ride. On this particular summer day, I decided to ride my dirt bike to my favorite spot by the creek. Then, I grabbed my helmet, slipped on my shoes, and disappeared ripping

"The man who has no imagination has no wings" (Muhammad Ali). Unfortunately, my five-year-old self took this advice to a new level. Riding a bike seems simple enough. You place your feet gently onto the the plastic pedals and push yourself forward. You rest your hands on the soft, rubber handlebars on the bike to keep your balance and steer the bike. Then, you feel the breezy wind blow past your face. But I learned the hard way, that pretending to fly on a bike doesn't work out how I would've hoped it would. Eventually you'll hit the ground hard. Literally. Thus, I established a new life lesson, a lesson that I will remind myself of when I'm going through difficult times. The only limit is your imagination, but your imagination must have a limit.

“Syd! Stop, you have to be easy on the brake, stop jerking,”. That was my brother while he was trying to teach me how to ride my bike. I had a terrible fear of riding a bike without training wheels! What if I fell or something, it would really hurt. I didn’t want to be any part of bike riding for many years. I just kept putting off learning how to because of exuses. I wanted to learn so bad because all of my friends knew and I was too old to not know how. Then one day I knew it had to happed.