I remember the excitement of getting the training wheels taken off the bike. I loved the feeling of being able to move to the next level: The big-kid level in my brain. I remember being a little wobbly at first, but I eventually got the hang of it after a couple tries, meaning like five or six tries. It got better each time though. It felt like I actually had a sense of freedom and independence without those training wheels slowing me down now. I was so happy the day I got to take the training wheels off. One, I felt like big kid, two, I would get to go faster, which is what I really wanted to do, and, three, I could learn a new way of pretty fast transportation to different places like cafes and parks.
I remember riding around the lake and over a bridge in the park. specifically Benton Park. I honestly rode everywhere I could in the park until I got the hang of it fully and then got tired. But I think we would’ve all done that if we had just gotten the hang of riding the bike without the training wheels for the first few times.
There are actually multiple bike stories I remember of me learning how to go fast, pull the brakes, and stand up on it. The first time I stood up on the bike I yelled to one of my parents with joy, saying “I finally got it!” When you stand up on a bike, it feels kind of like you’re flying a little bit. I have so many memories of weaving in and out of the playground equipment and going down big hills.
Some other very important memories I have of riding my bike are when my sister and I used to practice riding in my grammy’s driveway. We would sometimes race each other. I would win some, then she would win some, then she would lose some, and i would lose some.
I don’t have many other memories of bike rides past eleven years old, but all of the times i practiced and rode was a good time. All of my memories and stories consist of fails and practicing until it’s perfect. But I think that is what we would all do if we had a hobby that we liked. All of my memories and stories consist of fails and practicing until it’s perfect.
The first time riding a bike was fun. I was having a bad time trying to learn how to ride a bike but my dad helped me learn how. I was trying to ride it but I couldn’t – I kept falling. but my dad came up and gave me a little push and I started to ride it. But I did not ride it for long because I still wasn’t entirely sure how to ride it.
I don’t ride my bike a lot because I moved into a new house and I left my bike at my grandma’s house. I got a new bike from Bike Works with my sister because the other one was old. When I was at my grandma’s house I was tiny so I could not ride well. I remember that I rode the bike a lot with my sister, Naomi. I also sometimes went to our driveway to ride my back up and down, and sometimes race my sister.
When I got my new bike it was way too big for me. I only wanted it because of how it looked. It was pink with flowers on it. Of course I could barely ride my bike because it was so big. Sometimes I would go and ride the bike to some place nearby with my mom and sister. I would always go the fastest because I love going fast and if I didn’t I would be bored unlike my family. My whole life I wasn’t really scared to get hurt so I was always ahead of everyone. I also learned how to do things quicker. The thing that I really liked about bikes is that I didn’t have to walk; I loved being on wheels instead of legs. My family didn’t ride a bike as much as I did. That was fine with me because I am very competitive and I always wanted to be at the top and if they weren’t riding their bike as much as me that meant I was kinda better than riding a bike than them.
One of my memories that I will always remember from Bike Works is when we took apart a bike and put it back together. The bike was tiny, not a huge bike. It was like a baby bike. If we did do a huge bike I’m pretty sure it would not be as fun because of all the stress. I took the bike apart with my sister and it was one of the most fun things that I have done at Bike Works.
Also at Bike works I remember making stories I made a story called “Bees”, My sister also made one her was called “The Magic Pumpkin”. Personally I think that my sister was better than mine.
I had a good time when I first got my bike. I had lots of fun riding it places!
When I first started my bike adventure, I felt so happy and proud! I had finished the class, and got my bike that we talked about every week in class!
My bike ride adventure was on the very last day of the class. The teachers took everybody that participated in the class on a bike ride. We first went to a playground that had a big parking lot. We rode our bikes around in it. My favorite part of my adventure was having bike races with my sister. It was fun because I won most of the time : ).
The playground had a mini rock climbing wall and lots of twisty, turny slides. After the racing, we played hide and seek (with and without our bikes). That was super fun, but also super hard, because as you would think, it’s hard to play hide and seek with lots of people and lots of bikes. Plus, there were not that many places to hide since it was a big open parking lot with a small playground in the corner. Everybody hid behind the playground and, like I said, it was a small playground, so everyone’s bikes were sticking out. After that we rode around the Soulard area, which has lots of historic homes and fancy places to eat. We also rode right past my friend’s house.
Our bike adventure was not over yet. We went to another playground to play on the swings and play tag. I was still wearing my helmet (which was a plain white helmet with a lot of stickers on it), which I am glad about because I tripped and hit my head, but thanks to my helmet, it did not hurt.
I still ride my bike all the time, unless my brother is using it, since he broke his. We’ll have to go to Bworks to get it fixed!