my first bike ride

my first bike was a blue and white Schwinn the kind you pedal, a slow-mover without gears It was much harder than I thought; I had seen others ride bikes for years On them, it looked easy. For me it was a nightmare. I did not have training wheels, I was twelve. This huge machine let me down over and over. I have never had so many scrapes on my knees. Seeing my five-year-old brother master his bike kept me going. He learned how to ride a lot faster, but I think the training wheels helped. He was confident he was not going to scrape his knees a thousand times. I finally got it right, but was never thrilled with bike riding.