My literacy moment.

It is clear in my mind of how I learned to ride a bike. It was during the end of my fourth grade that my parents decided to gift me a bike for getting good grades that year. It was a red color, two wheel bike and I remember getting both excited and nervous. Immediately after setting my hands on it, I asked my papa if I could ride it without any help and he looked at me and agreed but told me to be careful. It is true that I fell over and over and hurt my knees while learning to ride it but at the end of that same day I could ride it perfectly. At that point I knew that if I tried and worked hard and focused anything was possible and not to get disappointed when I failed.

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Hey this is my new blog for my English class 101.
*If you know me, don't judge me and if you don't know me then I do not need to be judged.