One
day, when I was ten years old, my father bought an old motorcycle. I think it
was small light object and easy to ride it. I persuaded my father to teach me
to ride it
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.
One
day later, when I was alone at home, I intended to try my riding ability. So, I
tried bravely. All ran fluently in the beginning, but when I was going back to
my home and I 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.
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