One sunny afternoon I asked my papa, “Can I go on a bike ride?” I’ve been wanting to go on a bike ride in Florida for so long. When ever I come to his apartment I never get to go on a bike ride, so I was hoping he would say yes.
A little bit later I told him, “I really want to go.”
Then a little later he said, “I think we can bike ride.”
I was dazzled. I wonder where we will go?
I didn’t know many places to go.
A little bit later he ran down stairs and excitedly screamed, “Time to bike ride!” he exclaimed. A huge smile went across my face.
I ran up the stairs, got on my shoes, then I leaped on my bike.I rode on my papa’s driveway because it was a new bike that I never rode.(Also because it is good practice.)
For some reason my papa took forever to come outside.
When he came outside he got on his bike and then we started our bike ride.
About eight miles in while I am on my bike, I notice that there are signs on the sidewalk that have arrows and pictures of bikes. I was looking around in all different directions when all of a sudden a bird landed in front of me! I pressed my break so hard my bike flipped!
“Ahh!” I screamed in mid air. In a blink of an eye I hit the ground. I felt like I had scratches everywhere. I thought to myself, will I be able to ride my bike again?
My papa stopped. He was in front of me, so he turned around. He rode as fast as he could to me.
I was on the ground trying to get up.
My papa stood tall over me. He helped me up and said, “are you okay?”
“I think so,” I moaned.
“Can you ride home?” he asked.
“Let me try,” I said. It was hard but I managed to do it.
When I got home I thought, When will my next bike ride be?