My first and last bike (Ana Flávia Oliveira)

When I was seven years old, my parents gave me a bike. I didn't know how to ride bike, so my father began to teach me. All the afternoons my father went to the square around my home with me to train. When I learned and I was ready to go alone I went to all the places riding my bike.

Once I wanted go very fast but I didn't see the hole in the street, then the tire hit in the hole and I fell down with my face in the floor. I hit all my body in the asphalt. Since this day I never wanted ride bike again.

Actually never more I wanted see a bike in front of me.