The picture above is of my second bike that I got for my 12th birthday. My dad and I would go on bike rides in the mornings before I went to school and before he went to work. This really helped me clear my mind before school started. I stopped riding my bike when high school started but my dad still tries to ride his bike every morning. This bike holds a lot of sentimental value to me because it was the first birthday present I received when we moved into our first official home. My friends and I would also go riding our bikes around the neighborhood and occasionally the city. One of my favorite memories of me and this bike is when I decided it was a good idea to ride it down a hill. Sadly, I did not see this big rock and I ended up tripping on it while on my bike. I cried. A LOT because I thought I broke my bike but everything turned out to be A okay and I ended up the way that I currently am.