MY WORST CYCLING EXPERIENCE

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It was every boy's dream to own a bicycle when I was younger. Not as rampart as it is now, back then, it was luxury and just very few kids that I knew owned one. Some of our parents would even make you a promise to get you one if you made excellent grades or you put on your best behavior. Even then, that was no guarantee.
I never got around to owning one.

This guy, another kid, who was like the only kid in the neighborhood who owned one never let me ride his because i had given him up when he did something wrong and wouldnt admit to it, but rather was okay with someone else taking the fall for his deeds. It was okay. My parents taught me comtemtment amd so i cared little for his ways.

I had grown well into my mid teens before i got to actually ride a bicycle. It was at the village. One guy who i had gotten along with at the square let me ride his while he watched. I felt fly. I felt very ecstatic that i asked my baby sister to sit at the back and enjoy the moment. I was a sweet, proud big brother, even when I knew at the back of my mind that I had little mastery on the control. It was supposed to be fun. You know, just kids playing. But it was stupid.

What made it worse, rather than take the smooth,tarred road, I opted we ride from the top of a hill-like place. I hadn't learned to ride well, and I was taking such stupid risks and even involving someone else. The mind of kids, though.

I was younger only open to catching fun and was not thinking thoroughly. We both got on the bicycle, and my first step on the pedal had me losing control. The bicycle rode itself until it sent us flying and falling to the ground. I still held onto one of the handlebars in my hand but couldn't feel my sister behind me.

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Alarmed, I got up to find her wincing in pain, at the end of another very dangerous cliff that had steeps and stones. An extra inch would have gotten her rolling and rolling. Only one of two things would have happened; she either would get badly injured or worse. It's that dangerous.

I remember shaking through that experience. Quickly, I picked up my sister and took her to my grandmother, who nursed our bruises. I felt so much guilt, but it was a relief that nothing terrible happened. After that incident, I steered clear bicycles. But for how long could I manage?

Well, I got around to learning properly and never involved anyone else in my escapades. Can't take thar risk. Not with how terribly the first outcome was. For real, this narration doesn't even come close. It was that scary.

I hope you found this interesting. Thank you for sticking around.
Keep Cycling!