Last summer, I learned to ride a bike. But I was in my 30s. My parents divorced(离婚) when I was 4. In order to show the 1 as a parent, my father bought a bike as a gift for me, but he never had a chance to teach me how to ride.
My mum later married again. I was often 2 because I was the only six-year-old kid who still needed training wheels on the bike. My mum took the wheels off, but I lost 3 in the activity.
I was so 4 because I thought I was too old to learn to ride a bike.
Not knowing how to ride the bike didn't make me worried until we moved to the countryside where bicycles were popular.
I began to learn to ride a bike again in my early 30s. I was nervous at first and I also felt 5 when watching children as young as 3 learn to balance on bikes. Then something changed. 6 the fear was still there, something much stronger appeared.
I joined a women's bike-riding club. There, I decided to 7 my fear. The women of the club encouraged me to have a try again and again. A few months later, I could ride 8 .
So I 9 my own bike. It wasn't just a bike. It meant the 10 I missed earlier.
Anyway, buying a bike wasn't just a gift for myself and it was also a bridge connecting with my time-a childhood memory.
