I remember the time when my dad taught me to ride my bike. It was a hot day out and the sun was making the pavement that was my driveway blazing hot. My brother’s friend brought his bike over for me to have little did I know that that was going to be the bike that I used to learn how to ride a bike. It was metallic gray with blue handlebars and fenders and had buzz light year stickers all over the sun shined off the metallic gray almost as if it was a mirror BUT IT HAD NO TRAINING WHEELS so I actually had to learn how to ride my bike unlike most kids I thought to myself. I was a regular sized 4-5 year old but I was young so it was pretty early to start learning how to ride my bike. I pushed that thought aside and made my decision right then I knew that I had decided to embark on the endeavor with the hopes to impress my dad and make him proud.

The next day my dad and I had decided that he would start giving me lessons on how to ride my bike. So we started and I was a little nervous because I had never done it before so I put on all the proper pads helmet, elbow, and knee pads because my mom had wanted me to and so I was ready to go. So I started my first attempt and my dad

held my handle bars while I pedalled and I said to him,“Don’t push me to fast,”thinking to myself because I don't want to go to fast.
He responded,“Alright I know Kyle it’s only your first time calm down i’ve gotcha,” that comforted me and made me feel like I was in good hands now I wasn’t as nervous about this as I was when I started and I got more comfortable with the idea of going faster and I was going to try it.

Now I started to pedal faster and my dad started to walk with my handlebars in his grasp faster to match the speed I was going with my pedals. So we went for a lap around my driveway and my dad said “nice job Kyle you're doing great” and
I responded “you really think so I haven’t even rode my bike by myself yet” and he said “yeah don’t worry Kyle you’ll get the hang of it”.
What my dad said made me feel like I was doing really well and that soon I would be able to ride my bike by myself. Next I pulled my stuff together and decided I would try to ride by myself, thinking I can do this, remembering that there was no training wheels so I had already made my dad proud.

“Here goes nothing” I said and I started pedalling really fast and my dad ran with me and then he released me and
said “go Kyle go you’ve got this.”

Then I pedalled even faster and started having to balance myself out and then I fell off of my bike but that's ok because it was only my first try I thought to myself. Then I
thought i’m glad my mom made me put pads on otherwise I could have gotten badly scraped. My dad yelled “Kyle are you ok!?!” and
I responded “yeah i’m ok,”
I got up and brushed myself off and went at it again. So it was the same thing again my dad held my handlebars as I pedalled and then he let me go again.

I started pedalling faster and faster and balanced myself out and I screamed “I did it” I had learned how to ride my bike. I ran and told my mom and my dad who was still standing outside watching me and they both said “great job Kyle i’m really proud of you!” I'm not a pro or anything I thought to myself but I did learn how to ride my bike earlier than all of my friends. My dad had taught me how to ride my bike and that wasn’t all he also taught me that hard work pays off. This whole day showed me the importance of a son's relationship with his father and the role that it will play in both of their lives in the long run.