Bike

Still, I remember, the first time I rode bicycle. I was seven years old. My cousin, Carlos, was nine years old and he was learning to ride bicycle with my father. When I saw to my cousin the first time riding bicycle on his own, I felt I wanted to ride bicycle too and I asked him for help.
At firts, I was frightened because my cousin's bike was bigger than me, myfeet don't touch the pedals and I couldn't to keep one's balance.
The second day, I was very happy because I got to ride bicycle. But, just when I was riding bicycle, a car cut in front of me and I fell over.Since that day I didn´t return to ride bicycle. But my father persuaded me and I return to try it.
At the end, I get to overcome one's fear and ride bicycle very well and without falling.
Today, I'm very proud because I got what I wanted and every summer, I go with my cousin to ride bicycle with my bike.