My first time

The first time I ride a bicycle was when I was 6 years old, I felt so happy, because for me it was something very special because I was afraid of falling or things like that. My dad convinced me to learn and taught me to ride, me and my brother, and while we were struggling to try to learn how ride a bike my mom was making a delicious cake, then when we learn to ride a bike, we go upstairs to eat it, I remember it was like 8 o´clock. It's a very pleasant memory, as it is one of the many exciting moments I've lived with my dad taught me to walk in the parking lot of my building, and as I was small I felt very happy to have achieved.