This past weekend I rode a bike!!!!
I met up with my childhood friends at a state campground. While we were sitting around my friend, Angie, suggested that I try riding one of their bikes. I didn't think she was serious until she said that she would hang on to the back of the bike for me. After some hesitation, I decided to give it a whirl.
I hadn't ridden a bike since I was twelve. It took my brother, Tom, three summer to teach me how to ride without training wheels. I never thought I would be able to do it, but the day I finally took off down our driveway was one of the most freeing days of my life.
By the time I was twelve, it became too difficult for me to ride my bike an longer. So, when my friends suggested I try the bike again, I was a bit scared. They quickly reminded me that, "once you learn how to ride a bike you never forget how." We all thought this would be a great opportunity to see if that old saying is true. I am proud to say that it is!
Angie and Lonnie grabbed on to the back of the bike (where a toddler would sit) and told me to peddle. A few seconds into the fiasco, I told them to let go. "Are you sure?" they asked. "Yes, let go." Then I was off down the dirt road of the campground. I could help but scream a bit. I tried not to, but I just couldn't help it. I was letting out what sounded like high pitch dog barks. Steve even said that a dog barked back. So, to say I was nervous was an understatement, but who cares. I did it!