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One’s first day of school or learning how to ride a bicycle can be very frightening for anyone especially a young child. I remember the first time I ever rode on a motorcycle.
It was a warm spring morning. Outside, the neighbor was mowing his lawn while
my dog barked at everything that moved. Downstairs, my younger brothers argued over
who would go on the computer first. I just laid in my bed silently wondering if today is
the day I will die. Maybe I was being a little over dramatic at the time, but I couldn’t take
that chance. I am a natural born jinx. Anything that could go wrong, will go wrong. Like
for example, last year I was walking down the stairs one sleepily morning when I slipped
on the stairs and broke my ring finger. Then things became worse. It healed wrong so
surgery had to be done. Now my hand has never been the same.
I looked at the clock. Ten o’clock. Lance should be here in a couple of minutes.
Lance and I have been together for two years. He called me one day to inform me he
finally purchased a new Harley Davison motorcycle. I hate motorcycles. The only
protection is a helmet, jacket, and pants. I closed my eyes. “Everything is going to be
alright.” I said taking long deep breaths. “He is a safe driver. He wouldn’t let anything
happen to me.” I heard a rumble in the distance and my heart felt like it was going to
burst out of my chest. I reluctantly jumped out of bed to get dressed and meet him
downstairs. As I walk down the stairs, he stood in the doorway with my new jacket and
boots in his hands. “Ready to go?” he asked reaching out his hand to me. I stood there
speechless. My neighbors had finished mowing their lawn and my dog slept under the
lawn chair that my mother is sitting on. Inside, my younger brothers were no longer
fighting about who would go first on the computer. I just stood there in the living room
with my sweaty palms and over exaggerated mind knowing today is the day I will die.
Everything moves in slow motion as we walk outside in the warm spring weather.
A light breeze brushes against my cheeks. I see faceless people driving and waving to me
as they pass by like they have known me forever. When I glance in the driveway, a
motorcycle glistens in the sun. My heart beats rapidly when we walk closer and closer to
the bike. Lance gets on the bike first and turns on the engine. The rumbling sound tunes
out the laughing children playing across the street. As he puts up the kickstand, he
motions for me to get on the backseat. My body feels as if it weighs a thousand pounds as
I swing my leg over the motorcycle. “You can either hold onto me or the seat strap” he
yells over the noise of the motor. I tightly wrapped my arms around his waist for dear life
as he backs slowly out of the driveway. “ready?” he asks once again. Still though I have
no answer for him.
I closed my eyes sharply as he slowly moves down the road increasing his speed
each second. I can hear nothing but the cars passing us by. My heart pounds like a
hammer on a nail. I want to see what’s happening, but my eyes will not let me. The day
may be warm but the wind feels chilly as it whips my face. As we get further down the
road, I manage to open my eyes to peak out at my surroundings. Everything is now
moving like god is fast-forwarding the world. Suddenly, I realize that today is not the day
I will die, but in fact gain a new passion. Even though I thought riding a motorcycle
would be terrifying, it actually turned out to be exhilarating. There is just something
about the freedom and outdoors.
One’s first day of school or learning how to ride a bicycle can be very frightening for anyone especially a young child. I remember the first time I ever rode on a motorcycle.
It was a warm spring morning. Outside, the neighbor was mowing his lawn while
my dog barked at everything that moved. Downstairs, my younger brothers argued over
who would go on the computer first. I just laid in my bed silently wondering if today is
the day I will die. Maybe I was being a little over dramatic at the time, but I couldn’t take
that chance. I am a natural born jinx. Anything that could go wrong, will go wrong. Like
for example, last year I was walking down the stairs one sleepily morning when I slipped
on the stairs and broke my ring finger. Then things became worse. It healed wrong so
surgery had to be done. Now my hand has never been the same.
I looked at the clock. Ten o’clock. Lance should be here in a couple of minutes.
Lance and I have been together for two years. He called me one day to inform me he
finally purchased a new Harley Davison motorcycle. I hate motorcycles. The only
protection is a helmet, jacket, and pants. I closed my eyes. “Everything is going to be
alright.” I said taking long deep breaths. “He is a safe driver. He wouldn’t let anything
happen to me.” I heard a rumble in the distance and my heart felt like it was going to
burst out of my chest. I reluctantly jumped out of bed to get dressed and meet him
downstairs. As I walk down the stairs, he stood in the doorway with my new jacket and
boots in his hands. “Ready to go?” he asked reaching out his hand to me. I stood there
speechless. My neighbors had finished mowing their lawn and my dog slept under the
lawn chair that my mother is sitting on. Inside, my younger brothers were no longer
fighting about who would go first on the computer. I just stood there in the living room
with my sweaty palms and over exaggerated mind knowing today is the day I will die.
Everything moves in slow motion as we walk outside in the warm spring weather.
A light breeze brushes against my cheeks. I see faceless people driving and waving to me
as they pass by like they have known me forever. When I glance in the driveway, a
motorcycle glistens in the sun. My heart beats rapidly when we walk closer and closer to
the bike. Lance gets on the bike first and turns on the engine. The rumbling sound tunes
out the laughing children playing across the street. As he puts up the kickstand, he
motions for me to get on the backseat. My body feels as if it weighs a thousand pounds as
I swing my leg over the motorcycle. “You can either hold onto me or the seat strap” he
yells over the noise of the motor. I tightly wrapped my arms around his waist for dear life
as he backs slowly out of the driveway. “ready?” he asks once again. Still though I have
no answer for him.
I closed my eyes sharply as he slowly moves down the road increasing his speed
each second. I can hear nothing but the cars passing us by. My heart pounds like a
hammer on a nail. I want to see what’s happening, but my eyes will not let me. The day
may be warm but the wind feels chilly as it whips my face. As we get further down the
road, I manage to open my eyes to peak out at my surroundings. Everything is now
moving like god is fast-forwarding the world. Suddenly, I realize that today is not the day
I will die, but in fact gain a new passion. Even though I thought riding a motorcycle
would be terrifying, it actually turned out to be exhilarating. There is just something
about the freedom and outdoors.
embarrassed
ecstatic
bouncy
cranky
blah
crazy
devious
crappy