My First Experience to Ride Motorcycle
One day, when I was ten years old, my father bought an old
motorcycle. That was " Honda 75". I think it was small light object
and easy to ride it. I persuaded my father to teach me to ride " Honda 75
". Firstly, my father refused my request and promised that he would teach
me two or three years later, but I still whimpered. Finally, my father
surrendered and promised to teach me.
He began to teach me riding the motorcycle around a field in
my village. My father was very patient to give me some directions. I was very
happy when I realized my ability to ride a motorcycle. " Yes, I can
".
One day later, when I was alone at home, I intended to try
my riding ability. So, myself tried bravely. All ran fluently in the beginning,
but when I was going back to my home and I must passed through a narrow
slippery street, I got nervous. I lost my control and I fell to the ditch.
After that, I told my father about the last accident. I imagined
my father would be angry and never let me ride again. But the reality is
exactly on the contrary, my father was very proud of me. He just gave me some
advices and since that accident, I got my father's permission to ride
motorcycle.