My Bicycle

My bicycle is very old. It is very childish. It is like a girl's bicycle. Most of the parts are rusty. my parents plan to throw it away because they think it is a piece of old rusty junk. I had that bike when I was four years old. My father teach me how to ride but I kept falling down. It hurts very much. But I stood up and tried again and again. After days of practice, I finally know how to ride a bike.