A Narrative Essay About A Defining Moment

Doesn't it sound exhilarating to race a motorcycle in an organized race on a hand-built track with many large jumps and tight turns? I know first hand that it sounded very nice to me as a young kid, in fact I rode at my first motocross track when I was only 3 years old. The memories I made there are unforgettable and are just too plentiful to name off, but I do have one that I hold near to my heart. On a bright early Florida morning during sometime in the year 2001 I was woken to the noise of the large race trailer being opened and loaded with all of my riding gear and bikes by my parents. I realized I finally had made it through the anxious, sleepless night and was standing face to face with my first day of riding motocross. At 3 years old
As I looked around at the starting gate the butterflies came back, to my right and left I had 13 other riders all wanting first place as bad as I did. The gates dropped and we were on our way, trying my best in my young age to navigate a track on a motorized vehicle I managed to make it a whole 3 laps before I had the pleasure of experiencing the memorable first crash. On the last lap of the race my back wheel washed out from underneath me while on the face of a very large jump, the momentum sent me and the bike flying off of the side of it. I lied on the ground unsure as to what just happened but was not alone for long, as I looked around with tears in my eyes I saw almost every parent in the crowd coming to help get the bike off of me and make sure I was healthy. I looked to my dad and apologized for crashing the bike already and he reassured me that material things mean nothing and the only thing that mattered is that everyone is okay. I believe these reasons are why this memory has stuck to me for so long it is filled with life lessons and taught me there is more to family then just