My first bike.It was the month of my birthday and I was hoping that my gift was a bike.It must look like yellow and red ,an it must have gears and brakes.
When the day of my birthday came,I was left with my aunt Beverly in Virgin Gorda .My parents was gone for the entire day and I was worry about them if something had happen. When my party was about to start,my parents arrived .I saw my dad taking out a big box , I begun to jump up and down.The time came for me to open my presents,and I got a bike it was the exact colour i wanted.In the morning I was trying to ride but I was I was riding still falling off. My father held the bike handle and the next thing I realised ,i was so excited. I am glad I got my bike.
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