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.