Is there any composition about grandma learning to ride a bike?

An interesting thing, an interesting thing.

Everyone's life, there will be many "stories", happy, sad, angry ... a childhood "story", which is still very interesting to think of.

I remember when I was five years old, I just learned to ride a bicycle (four-wheeled bicycle). In order to show off to my friends, I often ride it to "parade through the city" in the community. On this day, the weather is refreshing, and I especially want to ride a bike. So, I took it out and called my parents and grandparents to show them my "real skill". Because grandma loves me very much and wants me to ride slowly, she smiled and played a little joke on me. "* *, be careful on the road, don't ride too fast, it hurts, we are not responsible!" "

After listening, remember what grandma said. After bidding farewell to my parents and grandma, I went to the small garden by bike. I ride faster and faster, just like a happy bird. As I rode, I thought, Look, this girl rides fast and well, and she will soon break the world record.

However, something unexpected happened in the sky. Just when I was elated, my car was hit by a pebble on the road, and it began to stagger and jumped into a disco. I also shook, and suddenly, I fell down ... I looked at the bleeding wound sadly and wanted to run home and ask my grandmother to bandage it for me, but I had to give up the idea because my grandmother said it hurt and they were not responsible. Depressed, I took a napkin out of my pocket, wiped the blood from the wound, and then pushed my bike and limped home like a defeated rooster.

When I got home, my family saw the injury on my leg and asked me anxiously what happened. I told them everything. Grandma smiled and nodded my forehead: "What a fool! I'm just kidding you. How can you take it seriously? Go, I'll help you get dressed. " After that, he took me to the small room to dress the wound.