The first time I rode a bicycle

I have a beautiful blue bike. It was a birthday gift from my father. I felt proud on that day. I was eager to get onto it. I put on my helmet, knee and elbow pads and sports shoes. I climbed onto the seat and gripped the handlebars tightly. My brother checked the tyres and helped me to adjust the seat height. I felt very comfortable and happy. I was like a toddler about to take the first step but I felt proud like a cyclist about to take part in a cycling race…

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