Personal+Narrative+10+Biking

It was summer and my dad got me a two wheeler bike. That was when I was about 5 or 6. When I got on it for the first time it was exiting. By the time I got on I could feel the air ready for to ride my bike and here I go. When ever I fall my dad was right there for me and he always picks me up and said' Try again you almost got it.' I gave it a another try, after a while I didn't feel his hand and that means I did it. I could finally ride a two wheeler bike. I felt really proud for my dad for helping me with the bike. That day was the spectacular day of my life day and I will never ever for get it. Thank you dad.