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//By Charlie//
 * 2-wheel bike ride**

DRIP! DROP! DRIP! DROP! "WHAHOOO!!!" That was the first ever time I rode without training wheels. In fact, I was completely a natural! All I needed was for my dad to push me a few times and WHOOSH! I was off. Outside, the rain wasn't bothering us. It was so fun and amazing that it seemed like it was bright and sunny. Up and up and up and up and up and up and up I went. Then my dad said to turn around.

Down and down and down and down and down and down and down I raced. Splish Splash Splish Splash the puddles went. "Now turn around and climb!" my dad yelled. So again I turned around and went up and up and up and up and up and up. My dad told me yet again to turn around. Suddenly, my bike was a race car. It zoomed down to my dad who wanted to ride my bike. I thought he was crazy until he grabbed the bike and started riding it uphill. It was amazing! My small bike couldn't withstand his heavy weight so he was swiveling all over the place! The hilariousness had finally ended and I had learned how to ride a bike with no training wheels. We slowly went inside. "BRRRR!" I shivered. "That WAS cold!" We shut the door, locking out the cold, wet, tremendous evening.