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Cycling without balance wheels


Every day, I go to the terrace to play. I love to ride my bicycle. It is pink in colour, and it can also sing songs. It has a place at the back were we can stick a picture of us. It has a Dicky, and a basket. It also has lights. It has a cute little bell. It also has a mirror.

One day, as I unlocked my bicycle, I was very curious to know why dad came up with his screwdriver and a cutting player. I didn't care. I just rode my bicycle. But dad stopped me. He asked me to get off. He adjusted my seat, and took off the balance wheels! I was surprised! But nervous too. What if I fall?

Dad held onto my bicycle, and I rode it. He held it, because I'll fall, it's just the first time, right? I enjoyed. But dad had to do some work. I started to feel bored. I tried to ride myself. But I fell down. I went back home. 

The next day, I rushed up, and tried to ride myself. And I did! Everybody were surprised! I went round and round the terrace. It was really fun! I got the hang of it! 

I got it, because I kept trying. If we try, and if we believe, everything is possible.






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  1. Yes. Practice makes everything perfect. You are right. Ride the cycle on own, you ride the cycle of fear and you will be pride. Carry on. Cycling keeps you Healthy and energitic. Cycling keeps you fit .

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  2. Riding bicycle is good exercise too.you have developed confidence through your continuous efforts. Your bicycle has taught you a valuable lesson which you shared honestly. Very good shriyandhaa may God bless you .
    from Pushpa patti

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