Question

autobiography of a broken bycycle​

Answer 1

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Explanation:

I am a broken bicycle. My life is just like my condition, broken. I am writing my autobiography, to share my predicaments with others.

I was invented as a very useful tool for transportation. As the days passed by, more enhanced and upgraded modes of transport started coming. People lost my worth. A small kid had bought me from a bicycle store. I was the best bicycle present in the store, and the boy had to choose me. It was a bit expensive, so the boy’s father got stuck to the seller until he discounted some amount of money.

The boy took me with him. He didn’t know how to ride on a bicycle. If only I could teach him, but, I was helpless. His father used to teach him. He was one plump kid and when he used to sit upon me, it would feel like somebody has put a huge chunk of the mountain upon me. The first challenge was to balance him with me. It was like, I had to do all the hard work. He was just sitting and hoping that I would balance on my own. He was so harsh upon my pedals. He thought he would straight become the world champion cyclist! The way he used to pedal upon me was unbearable.

Finally, after days of hard work, he finally learned how to ride upon me. His used to take me all over his house lawn. I used to get so frightened whenever he used to ride me. He was such a rash driver. He never cared about anything coming in its way. Several times he had got plunged with me in the pool!

I LEFT BROKEN AND MY LIFE ENDS HERE ONLY...