Hi, today
I am talking about a Christmas
that I remember. The Christmas of 2005, I was 7 years old and my birthday was 5
days before Christmas. I don’t remember many details about that because I was
very younger, but I know that I get my first bicycle. Time after that my dad
told me that for this Christmas he had to hidden it in my grandma´s bedroom (we
lived in in a house behind my grandma´s house, so when I was younger, I always came
to her house and I play in there)
Anyway,
when I saw my bike for the first time, I was very happy I couldn’t stop to grinning
for the rest of the night. So I took my new bicycle to the street and I tried to
ride it, but there was a problem, the bicycle it was more bigger than me. So I
had to get help by the curb. Everything went well until that I had to get down of
the bike, because how I said, I the bike it was bigger than I was, so fell to
the ground for the first time. So learned that I had to use the curb to get up
and to get down. Actually this was not a problem for me, and I was very happy
boy with my bike. (short story: ones time I rode my bike in a small street and
then appears a woman with a push chair, so I had to stop but I didn´t have a
curb near and I fell on the woman whit the push chair)
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