when I was in high school (3) — bicycle
when I was in high school, I still did not know how to ride bicycle. One day, my brother came to visit me with his bicycle. He said he wanted to teach me how to ride bicycle. Since I did not know how to get on the bicycle, first I let my brother hold the bicycle, and then incline that, and then I sit on that. At that time, the bicycle was so high. It was higher than my waist.
I told my brother he had to hold the back seat of the bicycle, and never unleash his hands. He promised. I was on the bicycle and rode and rode. I talked to my brother, “do not let it go, do not let it go, I am little bit scared”. Nobody answered me. I turned my head to see where he was, kacha~, I felt down on the ground. My brother was standing there, maybe 200 meters away.
He said, now you learned how to ride bicycle. That was the first time I got hurt. But it did not hurt so badly. I thought riding a bicycle was just so easy. That was the foreshadowing for the next big crash and hurt on an abrupt slope.






