I think all children always have a rich imagination. I was not an exception. I always thought there is nothing I can’t do. I even thought I could fly and eat the cloud someday. Maybe I was a bit strange. I wasn’t good at making friends, but I never cared about that because I loved to imagine many things alone.
When I was about six years old, I loved to ride my bicycle. I loved thinking about a lot of things meanwhile. Sometimes I imagined as if I were a famous cyclist, and ran down a hill near my house. But I was quite terrible at riding bicycles. I didn’t notice that because I believed I was able to do anything. However, a tragic occurrence suddenly happened. I fell down in a very enthralling way! I couldn’t understand what happened. I was taken home by my friends’ mother who lived near my house. I didn’t notice until I got home but my pants had a tear. All over my body was injured and bleeding. I couldn’t stop crying when I saw my mothers’ face. She was a little upset with me because she always told me to be careful when I ride my bicycle.
From that day, I keep in mind to be careful when I ride my bicycle.
