My first bike

The first time I got on a bike, I cried for three hours for the  hit, the bike ride lasted only five minutes and ended, but my father encouraged me as a young child. I was seven and   I loved the bikes, but in this moment I would have killed whoever built the bike, because I damaged my knees and elbows.

With time and practice every day I wasted the fear, and I relaxed and I decided that this would be my main transportation and when I was in my house included my bike in all my travels.