Topic > My horrible experience learning to ride a bike

I was only ten years old when I started learning to ride a bike, which wasn't easy for me but I learned as any other person would. My family members were annoyed that I constantly asked for someone to teach me. I wanted my own bike just like my sisters and to be able to ride alongside them without worrying about their rude remarks that I couldn't ride a bike. So my father decided to help me learn in front of my building in the summer until I was able to ride a bicycle on my own. The reason my father taught was so we could spend more quality time together since he was always working. It took me three weeks to learn because of the little accident I had which helped me learn a valuable lesson. I was so tired of riding around on my red and silver scooter thanks to my two older sisters Vanessa and Nora. Wherever we decided to go, they always rode their bikes, no matter how close or far we were, especially since it was summer. They always found a way to make me angry especially when they enjoyed making fun of me just because they arrived before me or had to wait for me to arrive. If my sisters had to wait, they would scream or start calling me unnecessary names. This has since become a reason for me to learn to ride a bicycle. Because of my constant nagging, my father started teaching me by letting me ride my sister Nora's bike since it had brakes. Nora's bike was perfect for me, but I hated the color because it was a bright yellow. I wanted to learn to ride a bike on Vanessa's bike but my dad said no because it wasn't broken but it really wasn't a big deal to me because all I wanted was to learn to ride. In front of my building I started learning every Friday when my father arrived early from work and every Saturday until Sunday s...... middle of paper ......get up to try again to succeed” no matter how many times we can fall or how hard, we just have to try again to succeed. I have since decided to try cycling again and not worry about my falls or accidents as it was a way of showing myself that I was making progress, it was a valuable lesson. When my sisters and I went cycling, I started laughing because the situation changed: it wasn't me laughing anymore, it was them. Bethany Hamilton is a great example of never giving up on what can be accomplished to this day. After struggling for so long, he entered major surfing competitions winning the top five competitors, he released his autobiography in 2004 titled Soul Surfer: A True Story of Faith, Family, and Fighting to Get Back on the Board. Seven years later, in April, a movie based on his tragedy called Soul Surfer came out, which I love.