When I was six years old, I often saw my neighbor's sister riding a bicycle around the yard smartly. I am envious and beg my father to buy one for me. Strike while the iron is hot and start practicing learning to ride a bike.
A tall man like me is sure to do something extraordinary! I got on the bus with great joy. Unexpectedly, the handlebars didn't work at all, and my ass fell off when I came up. I gritted my teeth and stood up and asked my father for help. Dad patiently told me the essentials of cycling: be bold, just hold your horses and have confidence. So, my father helped me hold the car, and I tried to ride it several times, and the effect was not bad.
"Practice by yourself, you can do it." Dad encouraged me to say.
"ah? Let me fall again? "
"If you are afraid of falling, you will never learn."
Throwing caution to the wind! I got on the bike trembling, and the handlebars kept shaking.
"Don't worry, hold on!"
After stopping for a while, the car finally stopped to dance yangko.
"Look here!" Dad picked up the camera.
"hey!" My funny expression will be fixed forever: grinning and staring, as if I were not riding a bike, but stepping on a mine. However, it won't be long before I can easily ride a bike on the road. I not only learned to ride a bike, but also understood a growing truth: there is always a process to learn something, and it is impossible to eat a fat man at once. If you make progress in spite of difficulties, you can succeed.
This is a little thing when I was growing up. These little things condense into a river of time, which makes me grow and make me forge ahead.