Ten years ago, on a day when the weather I wear riders prepare for the father who taught me to ride a bicycle. My father came home filed Elbow and knee cap nut. I look at my bike to ride it in red and cool. I took a deep breath, I'm telling him that I was ready. I went on to straddle the bike and prepare to ride with his father to catch the car kept sending me forward when I started pedaling to force my father told me to spin, so do not stop, I'm getting control of it, so I spun around, do not look. the next it was the turn of the motorcycle itself, I jumped out of the turn, then crashed into me harder and I'm startled awake. When I woke up, I explore myself enough to know that a dream I sighed I'm crying out, making my parents come and ask what I told the dream, then the next day I went to ride. This time I ride the bike park with care and a father, I am with my art.
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