Composition | A Bicycle Ride

I started going to this school three years ago. At that time, I lived with my parents in a small village about eight miles away from here. Walking to school every day was not possible for me, and taking the bus was considered too expensive. So, my dad decided to buy me a bicycle.

It took me almost two weeks to learn how to ride it. Then, one day, I set off for school on my bike, feeling really excited because it was my very own bicycle.

I made up my mind to surpass every cyclist ahead of me and not let anyone pass me from behind. For a while, I was able to achieve this goal, but then my untrained muscles started to give in. I had to pedal slowly. After a while, I sped up again but soon found myself struggling to climb a steep hill. It was tough to keep going, but I didn't want to get off the bike and push it. Somehow, I managed to reach the top, driven by my pride and excitement.

When my bike started to coast down the hill at an incredible speed, I experienced the most thrilling moment of my life. It felt like I was flying in an airplane, descending back to the ground. This taught me an important lesson: you have to work hard to achieve comfort and ease in the end.

After my effortless ride down the hill, I felt confident enough to challenge a few more cyclists to a race. I was determined not to let anyone beat me.

I arrived at school very early that day. In fact, I was the first one to arrive. I parked my bike outside our classroom, where everyone could see it. But to my disappointment, none of my classmates admired it or even asked who it belonged to. It was something amazing to me, but to them, it was nothing out of the ordinary.