No Hands on the Bike
Charlie, Age 14, Appleton, WI

When I was a kid, I liked to ride on my bike. One day, I was riding my bike on the sidewalk and saw a big kid riding with no hands on his bike. I always thought that doing no hands on a bike made you look cool. However, back then, I was scared to use no hands on my bike.

It was summer, the sky was covered with clouds and it was very windy. I thought that it was a good day to go bike riding. So I took my bike outside and started to ride it. I took off. I rode it around the block a couple of times. It was noon I said, “I’ll go to Lincoln School and try to ride with no hands on my bike.’’ I was excited and took off fast as I could. When I got there I was full of confidence trying to do no hands. First, I went up to the ramp at the side of the school. I thought to myself this is dangerous for a kid like me, so I shouldn’t be doing this. Then I said, ‘‘who cares’’. I started to pedal down the ramp at a normal speed. I let go as quickly as possible. ‘‘That was easy’’ I said. Then, I went back to the ramp and took off with maximum speed. I was going really fast and let go. BAM! I was on the ground. I tried to pull myself up and realized my right elbow was full of pain. I looked at it. My elbow was covered with purple and bruises. I was sweaty and nervous. I said, ‘‘when ever I’m having fun, it turns out bad.’’ I thought, what am I going to do? If my parent find out, they will yell at me and ask if I was in a fight. I pulled my bike up and began to walk. I walked slowly and thought what I had done. When I got home I told my dad. He said, ‘‘what a dumb choice you made.’’ My mom came and said, ‘‘that was the lesson you learned trying to act cool. My mom said, ‘‘don’t do it again. My dad said, ‘‘we’ll go to the hospital tomorrow.’’ Then the next morning, we took off to the hospital. We got to the hospital and checked my elbow. The doctor said, ‘‘a young kid like you shouldn’t do that stuff until you’re a teenager.’’ He said that my elbow will need some rest to recover. We went home and I lay down on the couch and said, ‘‘Should I do it again when I grow up?” I thought there is no way I’m going to do it again.

In conclusion, I made a dumb choice. Doing no hands on a bike was dumb. I didn’t want to do it again. No hand on a bike isn’t for me.

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