An Exciting, Scary Experience
(This was written by Susan on November 6, 1989)
Early in the morning in a three-story house on December 25, 1981--Christmas--I woke up early and hopped out of bed. I was excited about what I was going to get. To my amazement, I got a new bike. It was a two wheeler. My bike was red, and it was very shiny. I was really happy!
The next day my energetic Dad took me out onto the narrow street to show me how to ride my bike. Everyone else went outside too. They wanted to see me ride my beautiful bike. First, my strong Dad held on to my bike and pushed me along. He was trying to help me balance. I was really excited about learning to ride but then I suddenly felt scared! I couldn't bear the thought of falling down and getting hurt. I just knew I would. As a result I fell down every time Dad took his hands off the bike. I was really getting discouraged.
Meanwhile, I could hear Mom and the kids cheering behind me. They were trying to encourage me because I was about ready to quit trying, and I hardly ever give up on anything. I finally got over my fear.
I remember the feeling when I finally unexpectantly balanced and rode off down the street. I felt like yelling. I was gleaming when I got off my bike. I was really doing good. I loved the feeling of being free with my bike, and nobody could stop me.
Early in the morning in a three-story house on December 25, 1981--Christmas--I woke up early and hopped out of bed. I was excited about what I was going to get. To my amazement, I got a new bike. It was a two wheeler. My bike was red, and it was very shiny. I was really happy!
The next day my energetic Dad took me out onto the narrow street to show me how to ride my bike. Everyone else went outside too. They wanted to see me ride my beautiful bike. First, my strong Dad held on to my bike and pushed me along. He was trying to help me balance. I was really excited about learning to ride but then I suddenly felt scared! I couldn't bear the thought of falling down and getting hurt. I just knew I would. As a result I fell down every time Dad took his hands off the bike. I was really getting discouraged.
Meanwhile, I could hear Mom and the kids cheering behind me. They were trying to encourage me because I was about ready to quit trying, and I hardly ever give up on anything. I finally got over my fear.
I remember the feeling when I finally unexpectantly balanced and rode off down the street. I felt like yelling. I was gleaming when I got off my bike. I was really doing good. I loved the feeling of being free with my bike, and nobody could stop me.
posted by Carol at 8:47 PM
2 Comments:
What a great story!
I remember coming down the stairs and seeing the bikes lined up in the living room -- one for each of us!
I was just reading this, and it really touched my heart. Hearing her descriptive words about the daddy she loved so much was so sweet. Now they are together, praising Jesus together - what a blessing! I miss them both. Love you so much Carol, and thinking of your family tonight. God bless!
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