Personal Narrative-Changing Experience

We were waiting in line, I was so scared. Dad said, “Go on the ride it will be fun.” Finally it was our turn when we got on the ride we started going up.¨Are you ready?¨”Dad said. I was not feeling great about doing this. When we hit the top we went straight down everyone was screaming. I was so scared but relieved I did it. The rest of the ride

Before I longboarded, I thought that I would never learn hot to ride one or that I as going to get hurt. Well one of those things came true and I’ll tell you that it wasn’t the first one. It was a sunny Milwaukee afternoon and me and my friend Nick were very hungry. He wanted to go to Wendy's but no one there to drive us and it was at least a mile away. He suggested that he rides his longboard, and I ride my bike, but my bike was buried in the back of my garage. But then he said that I should ride my dad's longboard to Wendy’s. I was nervous but I said I would only ride it if my dad said yes thinking that he would say no. So I called him and asked him and he said yes so I grabbed the board and went outside. When I tried to ride it, I was slow

- my chest is going to collapse.. maybe more emotionally than physically but it all feels as if the pain is real and can always be felt.

I was scared. I would have rather been on my two feet, instead of riding on the two wheels beneath me. Alongside, my brother steadied me and pushed the bike and the boy along. He was all the training wheels I had and all the training too. The six-year-old-sized bike soon carried me over the field lanes of my parents' dairy farm without any assistance. I sometimes followed my brothers and sometimes pursued my own path. I soon joined my brothers in bike races and pop-a-wheely contests. This was my first experience driving if you will allow me to call it that.

“The thing about perspective-changing events is that they usually don't announce themselves as such.” -Andrea Goeglein. For my family and me, there are few quotes that seem quite as true as this. We have learned all too well how one split-second can entirely change one’s perception of their life and the world around them. I know now how a seemingly awful event can be beneficial to the mindset of a person- how one occurrence can make everyone realize and appreciate the most important things in life.

One hot summer day my mom, my 2 sisters, 2 step sisters, and my 2 step brothers and their mom went on a walk. Me and one of my step brothers wanted to ride a bike, and peg each other. The way we walk every time there is a huge hill to go down, and he always think it is fun the go down. My mom said “Wait for us until go down the hill” So when we finally got to the steep hill we started to go down a 3 mph and my foot got stuck in the rim of the wheel

Having my mom work in a different town was difficult for me as a child. She always had to make sure that I was with a family member. Usually my mom chose to take me to my grandma’s house, where she had an outside playset. I loved the playset because it had swings, a sandbox, and a slide. Seeing the swing, I thought it would be a good idea to see how far I could jump off the swing. As soon as the idea popped into my head, I jumped on the swing as fast as I could. Pumping my legs as fast as they could go wasn’t easy. The next thing I’m on the ground

My older brother Colin showed my how to drive the bike, and how to slow down and speed up. I was ready to jump on and ride. My first ride I concentrated carefully and just went slow taking it easy. I saw my parents and grandparents cheering for me. They were

One day I and my cousin Shelby went to a farm in the summer that was a friend of her’s newly step-dad. We met the owner of the farm, she let us ride her horses. She knew Shelby couldn’t ride, but she didn’t know if I could. We went into the barn and let us picked out some horses. I rode a black horse named Midnight, Shelby chosen a brown horse named Chocolate. We got our horses, but Shelby had a little trouble of making the horse go. Once she got the hang of it, the horse got spooked, then Shelby got scared and couldn’t make Chocolate stop. So, race after her to her and luckily she didn't fall off. After that, we put the horses away, Shelby didn’t put the rake away, so I tripped and fell in the horse poop.

When I was seven years old one day my dad bought me a little blue bike and I was excited and scared,more scared than excited;scared of losing control and go onto incoming traffic getting my fragil kid bones snapped. My dad bought the bike for me because one of his friends from work was willing to sell it to him for a low price, so my dad said might as well buy it if it's cheap that way if I wanted to ride bike anytime soon I would ride the bike and if not it didn't cost much and we could just sell it.Alot of hours, days,weeks past until the moment the day to feel the adrenaline run through my body as I would feel frightened by the speed making my stomach feel shook,it was a hot summer day I was ready to ride the “two tire’d mobile” my dad

I have three siblings, two brothers and one sister and all of them already had bikes. Later that evening they decide that they wanted to ride bikes without me. Me not wanting to be alone, I picked up my true love and I carried it outside. As I hoped on, I convinced myself that the flat tire had enough air in it for me. My brother then dared me to ride my bike around the block. There was no way I was going to back down from that challenge. My plan was to ride around the block one time, but I ended up continuing pass my house again and again. About the 3 time around I was coming down a hill for my final lap. As I was coming down the hill, my brother was coming up the hill. Playfully, he swerved in front of me. When I hit him, I took flight and

At the age of six years old, I aspired to be similar to my best friend, who happened to be two years older than I was at the time. I hoped to go about the same activities as she did, without the aid of something, such as training wheels on a bike or flotation devices for swimming. After creating such an image in my head, I decided to ask my father to take the training wheels off my bike. He gladly took them off and simply warned me to not fall or crash. In that moment, I hopped on my bike and started to ride down the road without any assistance. Of course there were minor difficulties at first, but I quickly got the hang of it and taught myself the main concept of how to stay up and go straight. After discovering the idea of how capable I

New things to me always scared me away, and riding a bike was no exception at all. After I changed into my brother’s old racing clothes, I went outside to get on my bike. I was struggling to sit on the seat of the bike and keep it balanced. After, I finally got adjusted comfortably my father came over and handed me a helmet. He helped me get to the end of our bumpy driveway.

Later that day, my sister and I went to the track at Memorial Park. My sister was teaching me how to bike. In the beginning, I was not happy and really wanted my dad to teach me instead of my sister. I was whining a lot whenever I passed my dad, but he always ignored me. Eventually, I gave up and allowed my sister to teach me how to bike. When I was finally able to ride the bike, my sister and I rode on the track together. We were talking to each other while paying attention to the road because

I woke up with a big yawn, and my green eyes fluttered open. It was a new day and I wanted to go bike riding, but who would go with me, I wondered as I slowly took my covers off and sat up in bed. I knew my siblings wouldn’t go with me, they usually ignored me back then. I also know my mom wouldn’t go with me, she wasn’t the bike riding type. Now I was out of bed and choosing an outfit for the day and I continued to contemplate who would go bike riding