Author: karen.foster

Look at the picture below.
It takes talent to balance a basketball on your finger.
Write about a time when you discovered that you were good at something.
Be sure to−
write about a personal experience
organize your writing
develop your writing in detail
choose your words carefully
use correct spelling, capitalization, punctuation, grammar, and sentences

I learned how to ride a bicycle after being helped. One breezy
afternoon, I was blowing bubbles in my front yard, and a man on a bicycle
pedalled by. “Daddy, Daddy!” I cried. “I wanna try that!” “Okay. I’ll go get the bike and helmet,” he said, walking toward the side of the house, where we keep the bikes. Soon enough, there was a helmet strapped to my head, a bike beneath me, and a father beside me.
My legs began circling and I started rolling, my father jogging beside me ready to catch me if I tumble. Forgetting to turn, I skidded to a halt at the curb. A sharp pain stabbed my knee, and I felt something trickle down my leg. I stood up and limped back across the street, while my father rolled the bike next to me. “Maybe we should try again tomorrow,” he said gently. I nodded in agreement.
That night I dreamed I was a professional cyclist. I won every race I was a part of. Suddenly my wheel hit a rock and—my eyes jolted open. I tossed clean clothes on, rushed downstairs, had breakfast, and told my dad I was ready. I hopped back on the bike and started moving again, slowly my dad let go of my shoulders. I was doing it! I was riding a bike! I stopped and walked the bike back. I was proud of myself.
One weekend I even begged to go on a bike ride. He finally said yes and off we went.
(This composition was handwritten on 23 lines.)