Staring at you while you bring those kids fun while roaming around the village with your wheels makes me envious. And so I found myself screaming hold me! hold me tight! as I start to turn your wheels. My friends laugh at me while I scream on top of my lungs while am about to hit a neighbor’s wall. As I rise from my fall,
here come bruises and an injured leg. Oh bicycle! When will I learn to ride?
When can I join those kids enjoying as they roam around using your wheels? How many walls to hit? How many bruises should I have? Every afternoon I am learning to ride with bruises as evidence. Days pass, less bruises, no walls or posts hit, and most of all no fall. I finally learned to ride a bicycle. How excited I am to go home after long hours of school to ride my bicycle. I finally joined those kids and enjoyed the fun. Oh bicycle you have brought fun to my childhood.