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.
