Bike

                           Bicycle


When I was little I had to learn how to ride my bike. My dad had to teach me, but why should I try when cant even swim.

I struggle to get on my bike, since I was so small my legs could barely touch the pedals. I start to move. I swerve to one side, then the other. My hands start trembling with fear. I drag my feet on the ground to stop me as I am about to crash. My dad encourages me to keep going. But as usual I just stand there and say ¨I can´t do it.¨