MY FIRST TIME RIDING A BIKE

I'll never forget the instant when I see the sky...

I was 4 and the last year for the Christmas my parents give me a bike for a present.

I was thrilled to use the bike and the next year in a camping my father makes an effort and he teach me riding a bike.

During the time finally I learn to stay on the bike and later I was getting confidence and in the end I go alone to probe my new habitability with the new bike.

I was very happy riding my bike but suddenly going down on a ramp fast when I see a little mountain on my way and I can't stop. I remember perfectly the moment that I jumped the mountain, my bike was flaying on the sky and after a while I open my eyes and I was in one side of the road and my "early-new" bike in the other side.