Narrative Essay On Dirt Bike

YAY! This dirt bike is awesome! It’s a 50 CC (this is a measurement of the power of the motor) honda dirt bike, and I was wearing a brand new helmet. As a seven year old boy, I did not think and hopped on the bike as soon as I got it.

When I came home from school, my dad didn’t have work that day and stayed home but I did not know why but I was excited to go home and have fun in my sandbox. Then my dad was there with a dirt bike and I thought nothing of it besides of how funny it would to see him ride it. Then after I had some fun and three times after I got sand in my eye, he called me and I was wondering what he was calling me for so I asked him and he said he wanted to see me ride my dirt bike and I said, “But I do not have one.” “well you do now”,he said. …show more content…
Which means I got in trouble because I was not listening to him and went down the road and went up a hill. Note: I did not even know how to drive one so I did what I did off of games that I played. I was pretty good for a seven year old kid. When I went down the hill I had lost control of my dirty bike and I had tried to keep control and then I tried to go into the grass and I hit a bump like the ones that the roots from the trees push up through the road. It felt like everything was in slow motion for a second and then I felt something hit me and I had been on the ground with the bike on me and I was leaning against a tree.

The pain was irritating and I had nothing but a helmet on and I had a cut on my hand that is now a scar,there was a cut down my back from my neck. I had cuts all over my hands from the road and the bike smushing them as they were sliding across the road. Then when my dad had came he took the bike off of me and brought me home in his truck, I was all beat up but my bike had almost nothing on It besides a couple

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