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My Yesterdays. How I learned to ride a bike It was a sunny day and all the kids were out on the street riding there bicycle’s up and down the street. A bike was doing nothing in our front room it belonged to my aunt Cathie, who I call my sister because I was raised by my Grandmother. Cathy didn’t ride the bike after she left school On a rainy day I would play on this bike which was propped up against the wall, Peddling backwards and keeping my balance. I entered the house and Jeanie, my aunt, was reading the paper. ‘ Jeanie, can I go out to play on Cathy’s bike?’ ‘you can’t ride a bike.’ ‘Yes I can go on let me have it?’ I pleaded for her to let me have the bike but I had no idea if I was able to ride it the bike because I only played at peddling backwards in the bedroom and the house was on the middle of a hill and at the bottom of the hill a corner. Jeanie went to retrieve the bike and carry it down stairs for me. ‘Let me see you ride it?’ I straddled my body on to the bike maintained my balance and set off down the hill keeping my balance and as I approached the corner I began to peddle round . Jeanie was satisfied that I could ride the bike and went back into the house, and I continued playing with my friends. |