Personal Narrative: Riding A Bike Without Training Wheels

When I walk in the rink, I could see my breath, my heart was beating out of my chest. After I tie my skates, waiting on the bench I suddenly noticed I can’t skate. My dad said “I would be just fine just try.”

The skin on my left hip was almost completely scraped off, but I was going to do it again. I wasn’t going to give up. Gaining speed down the hill with a huge smile on my face, I knew that I would get it this time. As I quickly turned the bike’s handlebars, my shoe laces got caught in the pedal. At the age of five, I was unaware of Newton’s first law of motion: An object at rest stays at rest and an object in motion stays in motion with the same speed and in the same direction unless acted upon by an unbalanced force. I flew off my bike and hit the ground full force, slid across the pavement, and came to a stop. I told myself that I needed to learn how to ride this bike, and my final attempt, after many hours outside, turned out successful. My mother says she remembers the moment when I walked through the door of my house and stood in the kitchen, insisting that I taught myself how to ride a two-wheeler. I was bloodied

At the beginning of the day my mom was going to surprise us by bringing us rock climbing. I was with my sisters, and we were on the trampoline. Our mom walks out onto the deck and says “Do any of you want to go rock climbing.”, and we all said “YES”. We jumped in the car and we drove down to St. Cloud State University.

I started my car and drove off the school parking lot happily. Someone whistled after seeing my car. I was driving my newly bloody red sports car. It was a gift from my parents for my graduation. Not that I need this but it's okay. I can now drive without a bodyguard

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

I was at home and I was watching tv, Then my mom walked in with a cage! I heard the door open as quiet as possible. I was so happy I could not believe it. I had my

Around 9am, me and my mom arrived at an amazing equestrian facility around Fenton and Holly. Horses were like my thing when I was very little and they still are. The second we pulled into the parking lot I was about ready to burst open, I was so excited for this day to come! This day meant a lot to me because I learned so many things and that affected my future. When we walked inside the barn everything was calm and comforting, so we walked down to the lobby and looked at the activities that everyone (other kids) was doing. During all the looking around and seeing the activities we were doing I knew that by the time I left that barn I would know like 50% more than I ever did just in one camp. “Alaina are you ready to have some fun?” said my trainer, I was in a daze and then my mom said “Aren't you going to have fun Alaina?” I finally came out of my daze and I was just standing there like nothing happened, then I realized “Oh! Yeah I’m ready!”

Thankfully most of my body made it into the grass. When I came home later, my mom freaked out at how horrid and raggedy I looked and I vowed never to ride that bike again. I had failed, how could I ever get on that bike again when I had humiliated myself so badly? That entire summer I never wanted to touch that bike again.

On my fourth birthday, I got a black and red bike from my grandpa that I had wanted ever since I was three years old. I wanted to ride it instantly, but my mom wouldn’t let me ride it until I had a helmet and training wheels, because it was my first time riding a bike. My mom and I went to Walmart to get a helmet, while my dad was putting on training wheels.

The opportunity to ride was determined by my grandfather. Naturally, I wanted to prove I could do just as well as him, thinking I could make him proud. I went for it; reaching toward the handle bars I pressed the throttle with all my strength. The sound of a loud crunch followed and I blinked, trying to figure out what caused it. Once I was on the ground I shook with fear at

As my dad finally pulled in. He jumped out and my mom ran out of the house. She put me in the front seat. (I was only nine at the time.) My mom and dad started piling all our memorabilia and personal items in the car (and on top of me). They had gotten the car loaded, my sister in her carseat and in the car, and the dog in the car. However my dad and the baby swing did not have a spot. So my dad leaned across the backseat( including the car seat, our stuff, and the dog). And the swing….. well it got put on top of the car. Yes, I know why did you even bring it. You should have just bought a new one. But one we lived fifty-eighty miles from the nearest walmart. Two my sister was a very sick baby

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.

One day i was sitting on the couch and my dad ask me if i wanted to go dirt bike riding. I said yes and we went outside and got our dirtbikes out and went in the trails. We went really far on our dirtbikes. But we had to turn around and come back for gas. When we went to go get gas we seen our cousin and her boyfriend on my grandma's four wheeler and they asked if they could come ride with us and we said yes. So we all went riding together and we stayed out until it was late at night. I was so happy that

Right after i blew out those 8 candles and everyone finished eating cake the back garage opened. Everything i dreamed of came together. That new orange dirt bike changed my life in ways i didn't even imagine.

“True, I suppose I needn’t depend on them anymore,” I said to myself as my father revealed to me that as a four-year-old, I was getting too old to be using bicycle stabilizing wheels. With a hint of uncertainty to this new idea, I trusted that I would be alright riding in their absence. My father and I proceeded outdoors to the neighborhood park. He stopped me at the end of a long sidewalk that rounded its way about the grass fields; this was the location where I first discovered how to pedal my bicycle with training wheels. I glanced onward at the concrete path before me and examined its intricacies. An acorn over there: avoid that, a turn to the right: follow it, all these simple things I thought to myself as I watched the park.