Sometime around when I was 8 years old, I was determined to ride my big kid bike, because I was the youngest on my street. Despite my lack of balance and coordination, I was on a mission to ditch the training wheels. I rode up and down my street numorous times, falling every 6 seconds. So me being a little runt, got more and more frustrated and more determined.i peddled down my street, no falls, turned around, and then it happened BOOM! I flipped over my handlebars and scraped my chin, and Mr. Frost gave me a bandaid. The only reason this is funny is because I did it twice in one summer! :)
by Kerensa
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