Prologue Pt. 1

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August 15 2010, that's when I got my first bike, a red, cruiser-like folding bike with small wheels and a curved handle, it was too tall for me at the time, besides I was still 7 years old, dad has his big, big, big ass mountain bike, it was like a car for me. We assembled the bike together with my mom and immediately took it outside after we finished, when i hopped on it, I instantly felt joy after the excitement I received whilst taking it out the box. The training wheels is attached to both sides of its back wheels I pedaled my way for about 2 meters (6 ft) alongside a small canal and felt great joy for riding my first bike, but of course, some things must come to an end, I learned that when my face is about an inch close to the dirty water of the canal, bike tumbled sideways, training wheels bent, knee scraped and most importantly, the bike went the opposite way, the f*cker didn't got any dirt on it.
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A.N
This is a real life experience
And I would make a couple more stuff before pausing until a couple or handful of people would demand more (obviously won't)

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