The story about my life is quite interesting. The first thing that I remember was at the age of 26. It was the day of my birthday. As of one of the present that I really wanted was a bike. When we walked into the room, I saw the amazing yellow wonderful bike. I was pumped to get on it and take it for a ride. I was proud to have a bike to ride. My brother went outside with me and had taught me to ride a bike. I had enjoyed it while it lasted up until it got old.