Gavin Glaum Mr. Vivo English 1, Period 5 30 August 2013 My First Bike Ride I remember it like it was yesterday, the sun was going down, the beautiful sunset and view from my home, the great smell of fresh air, my brother finally decided to teach me how to ride a bike. We had already bought a bike from Toys”R”Us, and I felt I as ready to go down my steep driveway, and ready to take on a sharp turn in the middle of my driveway, but if I missed the turn by even a little then I would end up face in a tree at the bottom of an even steeper hill off to the side of my driveway. I got on my bike, put a “im ready” look on my face, heard my brother say the words that gave me all the butterflies in the world, “You ready.” came out of his mouth and I thought, and I thought, it felt like I was thinking forever about allof the possibilities that could happen at that very moment, running through my mind back and forth like a track runner running suicides, then finally I was off, mind blank with nothing going on in it except filtering the fact that i'm actually riding a bike! The wind in my face blowing like a storm in my face,but then the turn was coming up and I was feeling good, I felt like I could take on any turn or hill. The turn started and I was flying down my driveway right behind my brother, watching him turn the corner and getting ready for my turn, when finally it came up, I was already half way through the turn when suddenly I realize that i'm not turning anymore.the next thing I remember is looking at all my surroundings when I was eight feet up in the air, looking down and up and to the sides, then crashing straight into a tree almost breaking my leg and my arm, but luckily getting out of it with out any major injuries, except for a minor concussion, a few dislocations, poison oak, and a few bad memories. I don't remember what happened after that because I was knocked out cold, I remember waking up in my dads' arms, him yelling at my brother to get the first aid kit. First thing that went through my head was that I broke something because I couldn't move my body, my dad ran up to our car, my lifeless and immoveable body in his arms, and we drove away from the spot of which I got hurt. I didn't know where we were going but right then and there I didn't really care, I just felt numb and I wanted the feeling to go away because it wasn't a feeling I would ever want Show More
