When I was about six years old I was adventurous. I lived in a motel owned by theses Chinese couple. It was a place where my whole family of seven lived in, two bedrooms apartment, that didn’t have air conditioner. It was infested with cockroaches, and mice. My sister and I would always go to the downstairs level to visit a lady named Barbie, who didn’t have any kids but had a lot of cool stuff my family, says we are always there.
When my brother Daniel the oldest out of siblings, had gotten home he told us to go home. It was almost like he did not want us down there. When we got home he said he wanted a sandwich. He was expecting us to make it, and so we did. We were just sitting there watching him eat his fat sandwich. Then, he turned on the television and then after a while he turned it off and asked me if I wanted to learn how to ride his bike and I said “yes”. I’ve always wanted to learn how to ride his mountain bike without training wheels. My big brothers bike was very high and didn’t have any brakes.
He grabbed me to carry me to the bike and set me on it. His seat was comfortable soft and fluffy, almost like memory foam. I had to reach out my legs so that I can reach the pedals. The place we lived at had a big garden in the front shaped in a circle. I rode around it a couple of times. I was finally riding a mountain bike. Around 6:00pm it was getting dark. When I was on the bike it felt like I had all the power in the world, I was proud of myself. I was getting so much attention. I was tired. My legs felt numb. I told my brother that I wanted to get off the bike and I promised him that I would do anything to get off the bike. I told him that because he would have not tried to help me. Daniel went in back into the house. I guess he was expecting more for me to say.
My Brother Louie got home from his adult school. He was proud of me for riding the bike, but then I told him that I wanted to get off and that Daniel had left me on it. He dropped his books and attempted to run in front of the bike so that he could hold on to the handle bars. But, while he was trying to I got scared that it was going to hurt him so I started to go faster, I started to cry. My mom was yelling at my brother for teaching me how to ride the bike today. Then my brother Daniel says “I’ll get her off!” He came running in front of me and pushed me to the side, He held on to the bike so that it would not get scraped but yet he threw me to the ground I got bruises, cuts, and scrapes to go with it! I thought my brother would have saved me from getting hurt but he cared more for his new bike than his own sister.
Afterwards, my mom got Daniel in trouble for pushing me off the bike. However, that was not he first time he did with no heart like not caring. When I was six I was at the pool and I did not know how to swim Daniel pushed me into the deep end. Honestly if I asked Daniel for anything. Now I know not to ask Daniel for anything.
I now push myself to do greater things without any help. I take little steps to get to the biggest. I have not conquered one fear that is being afraid of the dark which is hard for me because when I get scared I start to think scary things. I know you are probably thinking then how do I do it at night. I don’t use the light but when I do turn off the light I run to my bed with my eyes closed. At first I was scared but afterward I learned I can overcome my fear by facing them. I realized that you can do anything if you put your heart into it.
