I was nine years old when I leant to ride a bike. The bike was a birthday present from my uncle. You can imagine how excited I was when I saw the bike, and I (beg) my uncle to teach me how to ride it right away. However, before I got on the bike, I felt(extreme) nervous and I was afraid that I would fall off and hurt myself. My uncle held onto the seat and helped me to get on the bike. While I was riding, he was running along beside me, holding the seat I would not fall over. I was so grateful to him for his help.
As I was practicing, I became more and more confident. Then, I heard my uncle (shout), "You are riding it by (you) now!" I was both excited and scared. I was really riding by myself, but what if I fell off? Could I use the brakes (stop)? As I was wondering about this, my uncle ran after me and got hold of the bike. I slowed down and came tostop. My heart was still beating fast when I got off the bike. (late) that day, having learnt how to get on the bike and get off it, I felt like I was walking on air! I am still(thank) to my uncle for teaching me to ride a bikemy ninth birthday.
