Ride on a Bike
I remember when I was in seventh grade I had a lot of friends. We played together. We went to parks or played in the street after school.
One day my friend Ling brought a bike to my house with my friends, Sui Mei and Fong. Ling said, “Let’s go to ride the bike.” We headed straight down the street. When we played outside we looked at the people proudly riding their bikes. We played on the side walk. The bike was 26 inches and taller than me. The seat was very high.
Ling rode at first. She looked pretty good because her parents taught her how to ride and she was taller than us. Sui Mei and Fong took turns to ride. Their riding skill was not as good as Ling, but they looked fine.
Now it was my turn. I was amazed. I didn’t know how to ride and had never ridden a bike before. My hands shook. Ling and Fong were holding the back of the bike and let me ride on it. My body was shaking. I didn’t notice when Ling and Fong went away from the bike. Suddenly, I saw a cat came out and I didn’t slow down. I fell down. My left knee hurt. My knee swelled in the next day. I stayed at home for a month. I was sad because I couldn’t go to school and play with my friends.
Seven years later I got a job. The company was far away from my house. I needed to take a bus to work. The bus was crowed and had no air-conditioner. The smell was unpleasant. I usually got off a few stops early and walked home.
As a gift my brother gave me a bike. I was glad. The bike was 24 inches and the seat was low. It fit my size and I was taller than I was seventh grade. I rode on the side walk at once and my brother watched me. My two hands controlled the direction and my feet controlled the speed. The speed that I rode was not so fast and not so slow. I could stop anytime I wanted by lowering the speed, using two hands to squeeze the handlebars and putting my feet on the ground. I landed without any problems.
In my mind appeared lots of things. I didn’t touch the bike since I was hurt in seventh grade, but I liked to watch people riding on the street. I watched the riders and saw how to control the bike, how to ride on the high hills and down to the street, how to stop in front of the red lights and how to land without jumping, especially at my size. I was always listening to the people talking about what happened and why it occurred in the bike accident. Suddenly, I heard my brother ask, “Hi, when did you learn?” I didn’t answer. I was enjoying my professional riding.
