Beaming with Bicycle

When I was having a vacation in Japan, my brother taught me how to ride a bike. He said that in Japan, people are really mindful of the importance of saving energy that they would rather walk or ride bikes to avoid too much pollution. He bought me one so that while he is out, I could stroll around. I struggled to balance but after an 5 gruelling hours of practice, I learned the hang of it. It's ironic that I could drive a car and yet I never learned to ride a bike back in Philadelphia. Good thing I am quite tall; the length of my legs matched the height of the mountain bike he bought me. I could imagine have I been smaller, I could have just slipped and fall at every corner. But honestly, the start of my practice was really embarrassing. People had this look on their faces, like, “why the heck are you so clumsy.” To add to the distress, several kids passed by riding their own while I kept tumbling down.Imagine their chinky eyes turning like thin lines while laughing at my series of ebbing.

I stopped at the stream, saw some book stores, and inquired on hot springs. The next day, still with my new companion, my bike,I traversed the road toward the hot spring. It was one cool morning; I felt an incredible sense of freedom feeling the breeze. I wished I saw some cherry trees but I did not chance upon one. Even though alone, I entered the hot spring and really felt relaxed bathing there. After the day, I cooked pesto pasta for my brother to return the favor he did for me. Ooops, I shall confess that I also did that to ask help about my term project. It is another paper writing task that I have tried forgetting—but apparently, I could only have a limited time for leisure, it's back to reality again. When I came back to the states, I bought my own bike, which I used on the way to school.My brother gave me money from his writing services. My classmates said it was cool that they even bought themselves one.