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    The first time the author rode their bike without training wheels at age four. They slowly pedaled down the street with their father guiding them, feeling the gravel crackling under their wheels in the hot June sun. After stopping at home for a drink, the author got back on their bike without training wheels for the first time. Though nervous, they started pedaling slowly and picked up speed, feeling the wind on their face. When they looked back, their father appeared as a tiny dot in the distance.

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    The first time the author rode their bike without training wheels at age four. They slowly pedaled down the street with their father guiding them, feeling the gravel crackling under their wheels in the hot June sun. After stopping at home for a drink, the author got back on their bike without training wheels for the first time. Though nervous, they started pedaling slowly and picked up speed, feeling the wind on their face. When they looked back, their father appeared as a tiny dot in the distance.

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    The First Time I Poem

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    amanullah77
    The first time the author rode their bike without training wheels at age four. They slowly pedaled down the street with their father guiding them, feeling the gravel crackling under their wheels in the hot June sun. After stopping at home for a drink, the author got back on their bike without training wheels for the first time. Though nervous, they started pedaling slowly and picked up speed, feeling the wind on their face. When they looked back, their father appeared as a tiny dot in the distance.

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    3 10-3-13 The First Time I ,Poem


    The first time I rode My bike I was four Warm and weighed down With my helmet and pads June, the heat toasting Under my wheels the gravel crackling As I pedaled Slowly and cautiously My dad touched my shoulder and guided me Down the narrow street across my neighbors house Until I was panting before mine I entered the house Looking at the fridge I got onto my tip toes and grabbed the mini Gatorade I chugged it down faster than a race car on a track I got back outside and put my helmet on My dad took the training wheels off my bike I sat on the seat nervous and excited I started pedaling slowly but surely And heard my dad tell me not to look back I picked up speed as my dad held my bike I felt the wind rush across my face I peddled faster and faster and then I looked back and saw my dad as A little ant in the distance

    Aman Ullah Pd.3 10-3-13 The First Time I ,Poem

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