What were your interesting experiences when you learned to ride a bike?

When I learned to ride a bike, I was supposed to be 7 years old. At that time, I was not tall, but I just wanted to learn to ride a bike. My sister was in junior high school and borrowed her bike.

It was a weekend. In the afternoon, I first put my bike down on a sloping road. However, my hands and feet were still not flexible. When I lowered it, I forgot to pull the switch, and I put it faster and faster. Later, I couldn't hold it myself and fell to the ground.

I stood up slowly, lifted my bike up, and then I saw that my hand was broken and bleeding, but I really wanted to learn. Just put it down a little bit, or fall, but it's much better than before, and I can control my balance.

then I started riding my bike slowly on the ground, but my balance was still not very good. Putting it down and riding it normally are two different things. I rode once and fell once, but I didn't dare to ride it later. I still ride a bike with my friends. They ride better than me because they learn first.

They were riding in front, so I had to push them behind, so I was in a hurry alone. One told me to get up quickly when I was young. Don't be afraid of wrestling or something, so I got up the courage to ride again. I can ride it for an afternoon. I'm going to break the basket in front of the bike, which is a little squashed.

when I think about it, if I go back, I won't even give my bike a ride, and my sister will break it again. My sister won't hit me, and I can't borrow my bike in the future. I quickly rode, but I gradually entered the state and slipped over and over again. I found a little feeling.

My friends saw that I had learned enough, so they told me why don't we ride farther away and stop wandering around this area, which is really boring. I said I just learned to ride, but I dare not. Forget it. Under the encouragement of my friends, I had to ride with trepidation. After riding for a while, I seemed to hear someone calling me. I turned around quickly, and I fell to the ground with a bang and couldn't get up.

When my friends saw me fall down, instead of helping me, they laughed at me. I really remember this. Fortunately, I can recover faster. Pat yourself on the dust, and then push your bike home.

when I got home, my mother saw that I was covered with dirt, my clothes were torn, and my hands were bleeding. The most important thing was to make my sister's bike look like this and scold me. Now that I think about it, I don't seem to be my own. Shouldn't she care about me? How can she care about bicycles?

She pushed her bike to clean up. When she came back in the evening, she gave me some medicine, and it was over, but my experience of learning cycling was quite funny.