Personal Narrative-How To Ride A Red Bike

The day was hot and humid or, maybe it was cold and wet best a good memory all the same. I had just turned the ripe age of 8 although I really didn't feel like it . My one and only gift I wanted was a red bike without the training wheels but I really don't know how to ride a bike. The only thing stopping me was I did not know how to ride so the fear of falling was bottomless. I was more than willing to learn on the outside. My father saw this and said “ fears is only in your head” also my dad like to quote stuff he's seen on tv. I flashed him a fake smile and hopped on the bike with my father holding me up. We started off slow so i could get the hang of it. My body was trembling as we speeded up I gripped the handlebars tighter as I hands