You can probably all ride a bike well. I’m an exception. I started riding a bike when I was a small kid. It was a tiny toy bike with four wheels. I loved it very much and rode it every day. When I was 5, my cousin gave me a pink bike. It was a true bicycle with just two wheels! At the time, my parents were too busy to teach me how to ride it. So I had to learn by myself. I practiced hard on weekends and during vacations. Gradually I learned how to ride, though I still didn’t know how to make turns. One summer vacation, I borrowed an old bike and rode it with my friends on a country road. We sang and practiced our riding skills. Suddenly, a small boy ran into the road. I was shocked and couldn’t control the bike at all. My bike crashed into the boy and he fell. He didn’t get very seriously hurt, but he cried loudly. The boy’s grandma ran out and pushed me over into the bushes. She was too angry to accept my apology. My cousin appeared five minutes later and saved me from the mess. But the experience scared me: I no longer dared to ride a bike. Then, last year, Hangzhou started to offer free bikes. My mother tried to teach me how to ride. After practicing in the yard for two days, I tried to ride on the road. The traffic made me so nervous that I had to ride really slowly. But I’m not going to give up. One day, believe me, you’d see me riding a bike like a professional in a small alley or big street.