Narrative Essay
Learning to Ride a Bicycle
This happened twelve years ago at my Dad’s house. It was a bright, clear and cool day. My Dad had just bought me a new bicycle the day before for coming first in my class.
It was holidays and I was very happy about the new bicycle, I had disturbed my Dad a lot to buy me a bicycle because a lot of my friends had bicycles and some of them even rode theirs to school. This made me really jealous and so after my consistent plea, we (my Dad and I) made a deal that “if I come first in my class he would buy me a bicycle”. This made me work really hard that term and I came first.
It was time for me to ride my bicycle with the help of my dad. I rushed for the bicycle and pushed it outside the house to the open compound and called on my Dad to hurry up, I was already getting impatient. Soon he came out and helped me climb the bicycle and then he began teaching me how to ride. He said, before we began “Dami make sure you hold the bicycle well with your hands, look straight and focus on the road, don’t remove your legs from the pedal while riding, don’t stand while riding, don’t move too fast and don’t be scared”.
In my mind I said, “Jesus, how on earth would I be able to adhere to these instructions”. It was like a rock put on my head. They were too much, I could barely remember what he had said, and “don’t be scared “, why won’t I be scared when this is my first time”. I immediately became scared of riding the bicycle all my excitement had faded away. I then answered and said to him, “Yes Sir”. I felt I just needed to learn how to ride a bicycle so that my friends would recognize me as a big boy. I pretended not to be scared and began riding, so many times I fell but my Dad picked me up and told me to try it again. Soon I could ride without falling and the fear had gone. Seeing that, my Dad decide to go inside the house .As soon as he left I remembered everything he asked me not to do and I began doing them. I began riding...