I wasn't born with a silver spoon and so, it was not really easy for me growing up. My parents ain't that rich to get me anything I wanted even when they keep promising me that they would get me a bicycle if I excel in my exams. The feeling that I would finally get my own bicycle kept motivating me to do excellently well in school even though my parents kept failing to fulfil their promise.
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I didn't know how to ride a bicycle but I thought I would learn once my parents get me one. I was not happy every time my parents tells me that there was no money to buy me a bicycle after I must have performed well in my exams. But again, I keep hoping that someday, they would.
My classmates would keep telling stories of how their parents got them a new bicycle each time the school resumes for a new session. Unfortunately, I always don't have stories to tell since my parents can't afford to get me a bicycle. The most painful part of this is that my classmates won't even allow me ride theirs whenever I visit them because they are afraid I would spoil it for them since I don't know how to ride and they were not even ready to teach me.
It continued like this until one certain time when my parents decided to take us to the village for the holidays. To my greatest surprise, I saw bicycles everywhere in the village even though it wasn't the type they use in the city but to me, all bicycles are the same right? So my grandma had three different bicycles and this made me so happy since I know I will finally get to learn how to ride a bicycle because I know she will definitely teach me.
I didn't even want to wait any minute longer, I immediately asked grandma to teach me how to ride which she agreed to do but told me I would have to wait till the next day. It was a lot to take in but I had no option since I had to comply if I want her to teach me. I couldn't sleep all through the night. The thought of learning how to ride a bicycle was all over my head all through the night. I just couldn't wait until the next morning.
Finally the wait was over. It was a brand new day and the very day I will be learning how to ride a bicycle. There was this myth that anybody learning how to ride a bicycle for the first time must get injured. I really don't know how true that was but I knew I heard my classmates talking about it. But that wasn't even a concern to me. All I wanted to do was to learn how to ride a bicycle and I didn't care if I get injured in the process.
I quickly finished all I needed to do and ran to grandma who brought out one of her bicycles and was ready to teach me. The bicycles in the village was higher than that in the city which made it so difficult for me. Please don't ask me how many times I fell because I did fall countless times which I can't even remember. I got injured one of those times I fell but I didn't even care about the injury.
I couldn't master the art of riding the bicycle that day but I didn't give up. I tried the next day and the next day until I became perfect. I finally learnt how to ride a bicycle and this possible because of my grandma. That was indeed the best holiday I have ever had. All through my stay in the village was interesting all thanks to my new found love.
Unfortunately, it was time to leave. The holiday was over and so also my bicycle fun time. I knew I wouldn't have the opportunity to ride any when I get to the city but at that point, there was nothing I could do. I really didn't know if my classmates would believe me when I tell them I now know how to ride a bicycle. They might still not allow me ride theirs. I was sad but had to control my emotions since there was nothing I could do about the situation.
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To my greatest surprise, I got home to meet a brand new bicycle waiting for me. Isn't that a miracle? My parents saw how happy I was riding the bicycle in the village and they made arrangements to get me one even before we got back home. To be honest, I never saw that coming since they were always telling me that they don't have money.
I guess they had to sacrifice something just to get me the bicycle because I didn't bother asking them how the bicycle came about. I was just so happy that I finally knew how to ride a bicycle and I also have a bicycle of my own all thanks to my parents. Hope you are not waiting to hear how I told everyone who cared to listen about my new bicycle🤧?... I guess that would be a story for another day.
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