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Anything is possible if you give it your all this I believe Essay
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As I slowly walked into the sunlight, a giant sweat bead drizzled down my neck. I took one step at a time towards the bright, pink, shiny object. My eyebrows furrowed, I glared at the bottom of the bike, the training wheels so obnoxious.
I had just got out of school, it was summer. The neighbor kids were all laughing while riding their bikes. It looked fun from my perspective. After staring at the neighbors for a great amount of time, I got up reluctantly and headed back into the house, heading towards my room, awaiting the next day.
I awoke the next day, sighing for I knew the embarrassment I was about to face. After eating breakfast, and getting dressed I went in to the garage to face the demon awaiting me. Looking at the brightly colored vehicle, while taking a wrench, I unscrewed the nail that kept the training wheels in tact. Smiling an evil smile, and taking the unstable bike with my shaky hands I rode into the sunlight. Well attempted to ride my bike into the sunlight. It only took but a moment for me to fall down epicly onto the concrete. Crash, bang went the bike.
My father who heard the crash opened the garage door immediately. He picked up my bike and reattached the training wheels. Then with a smile, and a pat on the head he sent me off into the summer light.
With a beet red face I rode on and, on around the neighborhood. All I could feel was the neighbors eyes on me. There bright blue eyes pierced me so. I felt enraged, angry, frustrated. Hours passed and, in a blink of an eye it was nightfall. With a unenthusiastic frown I headed inside for supper.
Over the dinner table I begged I pleaded for my dads help with the obstacle I was facing. After a couple minutes of thinking this over my dad finally agreed.
Three days passed and, it didn’t seem like I was doing any better but little by little I learned. And pretty soon I rode my bike without thinking about how to break, when to turn. In short when I think back on the day I finally learned how to ride my bike without training wheels , I get happy thinking back on it. It gives me the feeling that you can do anything you set your mind to. This is the feeling I wish to share with others. The feeling of happiness.
After thinking about this incident, I can recall of many things that were important to me in the past. Like learning how to play the piano, and reading. But now I have new goals, new feelings. It just shows us that know matter how old you are, know matter how hard the obstacle can be , anything is possible if you give it your all, this I believe.
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