“Drip, drop, tink. Drip, drop, tink.” The light pitter patter of rain was the only thing I heard before I gracelessly forced the rickety shed open. There beheld my beautiful, brand new, blue Rotary Cruiser bicycle. Well that is what I wish I could tell you; in all reality what I was gazing upon was a cheap, tired, rusty Peugeot mountain bike. My heart wished with all of its might that I possessed a Rotary Cruiser. Unfortunately my mother thought I “needed” to know how to ride a bike in the first place; to which my mind scoffed. “How could riding a bike be so hard?” I asked my twelve-year-old self while hauling the rust-covered contraption out of my shed and onto the soaked grass. This is the story of how I used perseverance, passion, and fortitude to unearth the actions one would need to know to ride a bike. To start off with, I used perseverance, the steadfastness in doing something …show more content…
First of all, what mostly gave me passion was the fact that I wanted, no needed that brand new Rotary bike. For instance, I needed to grasp the concept of riding a bike first. Therefore, I would not waste my mothers’ hard earned money on a new bike and never ride it without the knowledge to do so. Secondly, there was the fact that I was a little too old not to know how to ride a bike. For example, children usually start to ride bikes around the age of five years old or even younger. Thus, it was a bit sill that I did not know how to ride my bike yet. Finally, my friends would always nag me to go out and ride bikes with them. For instance, they would say things like “Alyssa come one it will be fun.” Or even “Alyssa you are so fun to hang out with.” It was as if they all hated me. Thus, I thought know how to ride my bike might get them off my back. For all of these reasons, I had the passion to go fourth with the challenge of learning how to ride my