personal+naratives+29

My Bike   Josh Wintroub  One hot fall day I was out side taking off my blue training wheels then My mom started to tell me how to start. When I sat on my blue and white seat to my bike, I had both feet on the black pavement cul-de-sac in NewYork below me. A second later, I was off and on the black ground my bike next to me. When I up I started crying,I wanted to be able to ride two wheels, but it was hard. I started up and at that very second Charlie came out on his door step .Then I remembered that my mom told me not to give up. Then Charlie got his bike and started riding as fast as lightning out of a solid black cloud .When the seemingly endless day was over I had learned to ride on 2 wheels. I went in side feeling like I was a solder that survived in a war. “Way to not give up Josh”...whoopee I yelled as I walk in my front door. The next day I really wanted to ride my 2 wheeled bike so I asked my mom if I could and she said yes so I went to get my bike. When I got out my bike I saw Joe riding his bike I went as fast as I could to get outside and riding. When I put my things away I played baseball I was 3rd basemen. I struck out the times I was up to bat ,except for once when I got a single into left center but I didn't score. Boo! .