My first time riding a bike was not only my interesting experience but also one of my best memories in my life. When I was young, I grew up as a little sloppy girl .Every family members doted on me too much. I was happy for that, however, it made me more and more dependant on my family. I hadn't like doing any difficult things until my father gave me a lesson on my first time riding a bike.

On my twelfth birthday, my father gave me a pretty small pink bike as a present and told my elder brother help me learn how to ride it. At first, I didn't like riding it. I still preferred being taken to school by my father. However, this bike is such a lovely bike that I couldn't help myself riding it in front of my friends's admired eyes. Therefore, I and my brother went to the beautiful large lawn in the park nearby our house. He taught me the basic skills, reminded some notices and rode a circle. After that, he helped me sit in the saddle and held the back of my bike. I started to ride slowly and soon feel extremely excited. I rode faster and my brother still kept on pushing from the back. Suddenly, my brother saw a bunch of colorful balloons on the sky. He pointed on it and shouted loudly : " Wow, Look! Balloons!" . I looked towards  the balloons, clapped my hands and shouted happily : " Yeah ! What a beautiful bunch of balloons!". At that moment, I forgot a thing, my hands should have kept the handlebar. My brother was neglected ,too. He was busy watching the balloons and pointing at them, so he forgot holding my bike. As a result, my bike was out of control and hit a big tree. I fell over my bike and landed on to the lawn. Luckily, I wasn't seriously hurt. My brother carried me on his back and took me home. I cried like a baby all the way home. That night, I lay on my bed , holding my cute little doll and covered myself with my nice soft pinkish blanket. My father came and sat on the side of my bed. He asked me to make sure that I was still alright. "Daddy, I don't want  to ride anymore. I don't want to be hurt." I begged. "oh, my lovely kitten" he said "I'll be always willing to drive you everywhere you want for the rest of my life but I can't. You know, one day, when I am too old to look after you, I really want to see you can care about yourself." He held me close in his arms and stroked my hair. At that time, I thought I could see the wonderful love in his eyes. He continued talking with his warm voice. " My darling, I remember when you started learning to walk. You fell many times. I feel so sad to see that, but I'm proud of you because you always stand up immediately. In your life, you may fall again and again and sometime, I can't see that to come and help you. I really hope you can stand up by yourself without me. Can you do that ? If you do, I will be very pleasant. I won't need to worry about you if one day I'm in the heaven." I kept silent for a while. Then I looked deep into his eyes and said "Dad, I know what you mean. I will be always your obedient and brave daughter. Tomorrow, I will try it again. And I will do that until I can ride a bike. Now, I will learn to take care of myself. When you and mom get old, I will care about both of you. I promise." He smiled at me, kissed my hair slightly and whispered : "I'm proud of you, my little princess".

When I fell over my bike, I feel very hurt. However, at present , I am grateful to that  fall. I didn't lost my nerve because of that bad fall. On the contrary, I got a worthy lesson. I am more mature and responsible for my life and my family. I learned that I can't be always dependant on my family. I need to know how to take care of myself  before the days when I take the responsibility to care about my family. With all the valuable things that the first time riding a bike gave me, it becomes  one of my unforgettable memories in  my life.