I got my first bike when I was two years old. It was a black tricycle. I could ride it on smooth ground and a little bit of dirt but I could not ride it on rocks. It had no brakes. I had to put my feet down to stop it.

  When I was three years old I got my first two wheel bike. It was a blue BMX bike that had training wheels on it. At first it was very hard and I crashed a lot. The training wheels sometimes caused some problems. Sometimes they would get in the way when the bike went around some sharp turns and I would crash.

I rode my bike a lot until one of my training wheels fell of when my my bike hit a curb too hard. I had to ride my bike home with only one training wheel, but it was better than walking. My Dad took the training wheels off. He said no more training wheels. I was scared to ride the bike without training wheels.

I did not want to try to ride it and got mad. Dad said if I would try to ride the bike we would go get a treat. We went to the big parking lot and Dad held on to my shirt so I would not fall over. It was a little bit hard and a couple of times Dad let go and let me ride a little bit. I just kept on trying and did not give up. I learned to to ride the bike bike that day pretty good and we got a big cookie for our treat.