Biking Bee's

Biking Bee’s

 

The wind blew into my soft red face as the steel bike rolled down the smooth asphalt of the parking lot, the wheels were spinning faster than I would imagine, being only 2 years old. My hands jerked the handlebars from side to side as I balanced myself without the training wheels. It all felt good, until a big old parking lot pole was ahead...

I was pedaling as hard as my weak young muscles pulled me along. I saw a big pole ahead of me and without thinking, I steered gradually out of the way. It would be a disaster if I fell onto the solid ground. I was shouting over to my familys friends at the bike shop next to me “look at me! I'm riding my bike! I'm riding my bike!” I was proud of myself for riding so young. Yet I was riding my bike without training wheels, I was still slightly shaky and every now and then jamming on my brakes and burnin’ rubber before crashing into walls.

I stopped riding my bike for a diminutive amount of time to get some water and a snack. I ate some juice boxes and other junk food and wanted to immediately hop on my miniature bike once again. I ran outside the glass doors of the bike shop and hopped on my bike. I started pedaling with a flash and once again, was riding like the wind again. I was fine for some time until I started swerving out of a smooth line. I looked forward trying to keep the bike upright. There was the same pole I almost hit earlier, a couple feet in front of me.

I hit the pole with a loud bang. My mom came rushing over to me to see if I was ok. Obviously, I was crying loudly from the big bump on my head. I thought at that time nothing can get worse than this. I was in massive amounts of pain, and just to top it off with a cherry, a monstrous hornet nest was directly above the pole, and the hornets didn’t seem to enjoy it when I hit the pole. Pain struck me like a lightning bolt as I struggled on the ground to get them out. As normal, the hornets swooped down on me and my mom as my mom tried to pull me away. I felt little stings all over me. I tried to get up but the bees were up my shirt, and everywhere. All I saw was one bee two bee yellow bee orange bee!

Finally after a long day, me and my mom were able to escape the bees. I was glad not to be stung by bees constantly anymore. To this day, I will never forget the day I learned how to ride a bike, and getting stung by multiple bees.