My first experience on cycling

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My life as a single daughter is really fun. I have all my brothers always pampering me. Growing up with my brothers was really amazing, and I cherish every moment I spend with them. We lived in a very big compound, and every kid living in the compound played as the.

As a girl, I always play with my sand whenever my brothers and their friends are riding their bicycles. I always admire them from afar.

At a point, I was tired of playing with Sand. I want to join my brothers and their friends and ride bicycles.

I went and told my mom that I wanted to learn how to ride a bicycle. My mom declined; she told me that bicycles are for boys and that I am a girl and I should join her in the kitchen.

I waited for my dad to come back from work. I told my dad I wanted to learn how to ride a bicycle. My dad was very happy that I wanted to learn how to ride a bicycle. My dad promised to get me my own bicycle. I was very happy that night.

The next day, my dad bought my bicycle for me. He got me a helmet,biker gloves, and pads. My dad called my elder brother to train me on how to ride a bicycle. My dad told him to take it soft on me. He should never train me on the road; he should make use of the open field close to my house.

My body was hot, and I couldn't just wait for the day to break so that I could start my training. I can't wait to start riding like my brothers and their friends.

We get to the field. I mounted on my bicycle. My elder brother was giving me directions on how to ride the bicycle. Fear could not allow me to pedal my bicycle.

For five hours, I was still trying to balance my balance. I fall countless times, and my body was full of bruises. At this point, my zeal for learning how to ride a bicycle was low.

Getting home, I told my dad that I have a lack of interest. My dad encouraged me not to give up. As for the bruises, one is sure that once I am learning how to ride a bicycle, my dad will show me his own bruises and advise me not to give up.

The next day on the field, my dad's words became the motivation I needed. With his advice, I was able to overcome every challenge and ride my bicycle without fear.

With joy, I ride my bicycle home. My dad was very happy to see me riding the bicycle.

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