It was Christmas and me and my brother had got bikes. My brother all ready knew how to ride a bike but I didn't. So later on that day we went outside to ride our bikes. My bike didn't have training wheels, so I didn't know what to do. So I asked my brother if he can teach me how to ride a bike. He showed me how to ride. I got on and tried to ride the bike but it wasn't as easy as it seemed. I tried riding it with him holding the handles it was easy because we were going slow. I practice the next and the day after that, and I still couldn't get it I want to give up, because I couldn't ride the bikes like the other kids or my brother. But I didn't I keep practicing and practicing until I was ready. It was a hard time because I would scrap my knee and fall over and over, but I choose not to give up and try again. One day as I had rode the bike without falling I didn't notice at first until my brother had screamed you did it. I was so surprise I fell off the bike, but I was happy because I finally knew how to ride a bike. And I wasn't left out of any bike actives again.