My first bike ride

It was a bright sunny day in Baton Rouge, Louisiana in around 2009 when I decided it was time for the training wheels to come off. My parents had just gotten me a shiny red bicycle and I was ready. I could not even get on the bike for the first few minutes and was so upset I was going to quit. Then my dad came out and convinced me to keep trying. By around the 8th time I was finally able to get on the bike. After that came learning how to ride it and brake. After crashing into the ditch and the mailbox, along with falling into the local pond I finally rode my bike around the block. My family was so proud of me that day. I was so happy that I could finally ride to my friends houses a few streets away. I also learned that you just need to keep trying and believe and you can do it.