My first time experiencing bicycle
After a very meaningful conversation with my dad about the
old days, we came up with an object that we both remember
cleary. It was my very first biclycle. My mind told me that I
got it when I was only eight but my mom insisted that I was
seven when I got it. Either of us had a proof, and so we
desided that when I got it was not important.
My dad put together all the small pieces of the bicycle.
From a butiful material that he called, 'Your own car.' Of
course I knew that he had some magical ability, but I didn't
think he could make such…
