Learning to Ride a Bike

I learned to ride a bike when I was six years old. It was a little difficult at first. My dad took me to the park. He held the back of the bike and I pedaled. I fell down a few times, but my dad told me to not give up. I got a few scratches on my knees. I was a little scared.

But then, my dad let go. I did not know he let go! I was riding all by myself. I was so happy! I rode for a long time. My dad was so proud of me. He clapped his hands. Learning to ride a bike was a great memory. Now I ride my bike almost every day. It is a great way to explore the neighborhood.