It was sunny day that morning, i just woke up early in the morning and i hear my playmates outside the house. Our house is almost near the road. And i was grade 5 that time. If im not mistaken Im 10 year-old.
My "lola"(grand mother) gave me an old "game 'n watch" came from my second cousin. I brought it outside so my playmates could play my game 'n watch. While were busy sharing that gudget, my other playmates are busy with their bikes. and i became interested to learn how to drive a bicycle. and my friends thought me how.
The soil are hard but it doesn't cemented. The place that i grew up was like a "barrio" and this was a long time ago.
While cycling the pedal of the bike. someone is on the back. for me not to fall or loose control. and they are telling me not to look on the wheel of the bike, but to look on my way. and don't be afraid if I would fall coz it the sign that Im learning the bike. after hours of training and i made it. I cant believe that I learned biking without falling down.
I realized that life is like biking. You are learning. each pedal that you make is another level. And dont be afraid if you fall. Coz its not the end of the world. You can still drive a bike as long as you like. And every bruise that you will have is equivalent to learning that you will become carefull and confident enough for every humps and odds on your way.
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