memoir

soccerplayer4814

Four
wheeler

It was my first time on a four
wheeler three years ago, and I was learning how to ride. I kinda
knew how. When I was little I had a little four wheeler that ran on
battery, but this was the real thing. I was in front and my dad was
in back it was a blue 400, I got my helmet, keys and we were off
it was a nice day and perfect to go four wheeling. I was really
nervous so I drove super slow because I did not want to get hurt.

“I'll be just fine fine
my dad said”

“but that didn't help I
was still nervous”

“Ok then, you all ready
to go. Then we will head out.” “I''m all ready”
but in my head I was saying no. So we drove off. We had two
four wheelers so I could go on one and my dad could go on the other
so he made a path that I could go on and I followed.

I was spending time with my
dad. That meant a lot to me because he was always at work. I never
got to see him because he is a concrete forman. he always works late
because the trucks,would come late so he would come home late or
something like that, I never really got to see him that much, so
when I was spending a lot of time with him it was great! I learned
spending time with my dad is great; it's fun. We had a good time.
My dad knew a lot of things!

I was driving all by
myself and I started getting slower and slower. I thought maybe I
wasn't pushing on the gas. Then it stopped and I was pushing on the
gas. Dad looked back at me.

“HELP”! I yelled.
“oh, it just overheated,” Dad explained when he came back
to me. He turned my wheeler off for about three minutes. Three
minutes pasted and he turned it back on and it was fine. We went
back home and my mom cooked us a great meal. Then after we went back
out. Broom as my dad's big hard hands turned on the four wheeler and
then my little hand over his as he guide me thought as we went out
the drive way . My hand followed then he pushed the gas as my
fingers went with his and the four wheeler starts to move and I was
not nervous anymore cause we had do this already.(I went with him so
nothing else would happen to me or my four wheeler.)

I learned how to ride
my four wheeler, and I had a great time with my dad. He showed me
so many things that I could use to help me ride. For the next couple
of weeks I rode my four wheeler. One day we went to the four
wheeling place to pick up my dad's four wheeler. (It was getting
fixed because he ran into a tree.) When we were there I saw this pink
four wheeler ( I love the color pink it is my favorite color) I
told my mom, “I like it” My dad said “it's time
to go.” Then the sales man came out and handed me the keys. I
got my own four wheeler to ride all the time!