My First Bike

When I was younger, I was surrounded by friends who had their own bike and knew how to ride without the training wheels. I remember always being jealous of my friends, who were able to go out on their own and ride wherever they wanted. I know that I was about 10 when I wanted to get my own bike and ride with my friends. Fortuneally at the time, I was living in San Diego and I lived no more than a block away from a bike shop. Whenever my mom and I would go on our walks, we would always past by. I saw one specific bike that I could not stop thinking about. It was a baby blue bike with Hawaiian flowers on the bar right under the handle bars. Right when my mom teaches me to ride, I went everywhere around my neighborhood. When I grew out of it, my sister was the next to learn on it and now my baby sister wants to ride too.

(Not my actual bike but very similar)

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