Write a descriptive essay on first time rose a bicycle
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I remember the day when I first learned to ride a bike. It was a frightening, yet fun experience. My granddad was the one who taught me, and he helped me when I got hurt. The first time I ever got on a bike, I had no idea what I was doing, and just about everything went wrong. The handlebars were backwards, and so was my helmet. My granddad told me to just put my feet on the pedals and start peddling. He also told me he would hold onto the back of the bike the whole time, yet he didn't.
As soon as I started trying to balance myself, he let go. I happened to look back just as he let go. I was scared to death that I was going to fall and hur myself. When I was scared, my mind went blank from peddling, and I just wanted off. I forgot how to use the brakes and fell right off the bike. My granddad kept encouraging me to get up and try again, and after about 15 minutes, I finally stopped crying, got up and tried again. Out of all the disasters that happened, I didn't think anything else could go wrong, but of course it did.