A
Memorable Experience from my Childhood
One of my most significant memories of a child happened when I was
around 8 years old. I used to pray Santa Claus for a bike. It was an obsession
I had. I used to ask my parents for a big bicycle. I would imagine myself
riding in a green bike. The funny fact
was I didn’t know how to ride one. I usually sat down in front of my house to
watch my neighbors riding bikes. After several months of waiting and having
excellent manners, my dream came true. In Christmas of 1985, I had my first brand-new bike. It was green and it had a beautiful basket. I remember the
first day I walked around the neighborhood with my pretty bicycle next to me. I
had to brag about my bike, so I walked around 200 meters. When my
friends realized I did not know to ride a bike, they laughed at me and I felt
really bad.
As a consequence, my dad eagerly offered to
teach me how to ride a bike. He wanted me to use stabilizers, but I didn’t want
to look like a baby. While my dad was giving me some pieces of advice, I was
paying attention to my bike. The only thing he kept saying was “Don’t give up.”
When he pushed me, I started pedaling my bike. After some meters, I was riding
fast. While my father was telling me to slow down, I fell down and landed on
the street. My knees were hurt; my
father picked me up and cleaned my legs and eyes after crying. He told me I did it great but I needed
practice. Two hours later, he was encouraging me to ride
my bike again. I wasn’t sure, but I did it and that time I didn’t fall down.
This experience left
traces and made me what I am. I learned that to achieve something you need
plenty of practice and sometimes sacrifices. My father told me “don’t give up” and
I am proud that I have followed his advice. Thanks God, my father has always
been there for me. In fact, my family is always supporting me. It is so meaningful
to keep on doing what you love. That
decision of keeping on trying has brought me a lot of rewards.
