When the past in my age seven years old, my father gave me a new bike. I was so happy. It color was orange. And i was so intrested to played it. Every morning i always to cycling.
When i learned how to took it, my father followed me from behind by bike too. We played together, then we went through road by road. When we felt tired, we took a rest and we seeked a stall to bought a water. After we felt strong enough to continued the trip, we began for cycling.
But some day, when i was cycling i had an accident. I fell from thr bike. I felt so hurted in my knee. The blood out of my knee. I was so scare .. i was crying. Then my father made becalm. Then my father and i went home. and sterilize and to treated my pain.
Altough i had an incident, it was not made me to charied. But it was be my good experience..
