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ESSAY 1
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PERSONAL NARRATIVE ESSAY 2
Introduction
More than 25 years ago, I thought a change would happen in 300 years. The transition
from the 1990s to the 21st century is what I mean. With technology, communication and other
areas development; there is a something that I never wanted to change, and that is my childhood.
I first cycled when I was 3-4 years old. It was my first vehicle, my first bike with a horn.
I had an electronic horn that played melodies that calmed my innocence. The house had all the
destinations, the balcony was the road, and the rooms were destinations added to my
imaginations map. When I started pedaling, my parents and grandparents acted as traffic
policemen at my pace, sometimes alerting me. It was not all, because, join me was my favorite
puppy, who was sitting with me, called him "Baloo." I also remember how I ran the cycle to
learn how it worked and to interpret how two pedals moved the three wheels.
The experience
Growing up, my bicycle has also changed hands. The three wheels of innocence,
imagination and curiosity are evolving into newer camps, leaving behind the tools of children of
the last world. My little sister has already found the bicycle as a creative artifact. When I
discovered that my interests were moving, it was time to take to the streets. At school, we see our
seniors at school leading the best cycles, balance, and acrobatics, balanced on two wheels. "It's
time to absorb and perfect your skills," my friend said. I thought I could do this. The greatest fear
was that to learn it; we could fall out of the cycle once or twice.
My first teacher was my mother, who said she could not overcome her fear and did not
learn it after she fell. The spirit to reach exceeded my fears. The only thing that seemed to be:
"Pedal! Govind! Pedal!” I rented a bicycle, a bicycle that is lower, that is easily accessible.
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Although it was easier to drive straight, it was difficult to keep the balance while it was going to
turn. Even the brake concept was new. I had to do more chores and keep all my senses awake to
balance and learn the art. I did not fall once or twice but so many times before I could get the
concept. It did not stop me but left me with wounds and signs that added morale and encouraged
The concept of the wheel was then new, and it was also expensive to rent it. I could
spend more time in the cycle, which resulted in bad brakes at lower rental rates. It was 3 INR for
an hour. For me, it was a lot for us children; we helped our grandparents collect every penny and
Now is the time for cycling. I thought about the freedom I could have. The bicycle
would always be with me, without rent activity and without limit of time. It would also help me
spend more time with my friends and explore new places we've never had. When I was in the
store to buy my first bicycle, I was looking for the best gear mechanism, but I felt it was out of
reach because the budget is also for middle-class families. I accepted every bicycle my father
I have a "Canon Barrel Hercules - a mountain bike." It has an adjustable handlebar and a
seat that can be extended to a good height. Now the bicycle is my best friend. I clean up over the
weekend; my dad helps me lubricate it sometimes. I have three other friends of mine who we met
at 5 pm. There was a boom in real estate, and we have opened land for construction, the place
with space where we can ride our bikes. It is on different levels, where we like to ride down the
slope. It is fun to cross the gorge where there is a huge tamarind tree. We sit down with a bed
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and talk about many life incidences and experiences of our lives. We could build castles in the
air and even invent stories. The concrete bed under the tamarind is a grave in which we sat on.
Conclusion
don’t own a car. Although I take the bus whenever it is rainy season, it is my defined car to pick
up goods from the supermarket and shops. It is also a bicycle, with a younger person, my sister
Time passed, and it is time for me to be in the hostel to continue with my school, and my
bicycle is locked in the garage, just like my childhood and my innocence. The new