It was a beautiful summer day in 2016. When I was eight I learned how to ride my bike. It was scary but I was brave. I really wanted to do it. I did not want to be embarrassed from all of the other kids that can ride their bikes. Also I did not want to be hurt. So I am being extra careful. Now I can ride my bike to my friends’ houses. I am proud of myself. I am pretty sure my mom is too.
I liked your story. Especially when you didn’t want to fall of your bike. ELIZABETH
Elizabeth thanks for commenting! I agree that our friend in the story was very brave. I don’t like falling off my bike either.