Feeling alive

By Lewis, Age 9

During the pandemic, I finally decided it was time for me to learn how to ride a bike. As I was getting ready to leave my house, I was getting nervous. Would I fall? Would I be laughed at? Those questions kept popping in my head. When we got to the park, I got on my bike and my parents were holding me. When I had enough balance, my parents pushed me and I was doing it! I was riding the bike! I was so proud of myself to achieve this goal. I patted myself on the back. Fast forward to now. I’m at Santa Monica beach riding like a pro with no hands on the steering wheel. But then I remembered the start of when I first rode my bike. What a great feeling I finally felt alive and went really fast. For the rest of the day, I felt alive.