I can still remember how much fun I had riding around my neighborhood when I was young.
I got a bike from my cousin when I was 9. It was red with a blue light on the front of it. It had a bell (铃) with a yellow rope on it that I could ring as I rode around. My next-door neighbor was a girl and she had a pink bike. We rode our bikes together every Saturday and Sunday. It was really exciting. We made up all kinds of games to play with our bikes. We lived on a street with very little traffic, so it was safe for us to ride across the street. We would start with our bikes facing the opposite direction (方向) and race down the street. It was great fun.
One day I jumped on my bike and went to the movies. But when I walked out of the cinema, I couldn't find it. Someone had stolen (偷) my bike and that was the last time I saw it. I cried all the way home. My parents dropped letters in the neighbors' mailboxes for help. A couple of days later, a woman came to my house with a blue bike. She said his son outgrew the bike and he was happy to give his loved bike to me.
I couldn't take my eyes off the bike. It looked so nice. I even forgot to say thanks before I rode on it.
