Essay 1

I remember sitting down on that triangular seat of my new two wheel, no training wheels, bicycle, I had just gotten it for christmas. I was completely scared to death and held onto the the handle bars for dear life. My sister holding the bike steady, promised me that she would not let go at all. Well as we propelled forward slowly down the road she let go, and then I was on the ground before I could even protest to her.

When I first had gotten this bike I had so wanted badly for months I could not have been happier. My sister even seemed happy for me even thought she usually would be jealous of such a thing. Which in the beginning I didn't think to much of. Though I should have known it was something the was gonna benefit her in a way and not me. My sister was a very mean sister and was always picking on me and trying to get me in trouble when I was a kid.

Now when I got to show off my brand new bike to all my friends they were all so jealous! I felt like the coolest kid out of all of my friends. This also made me wonder why my sister was not jealous when all of my friends were. It simply did not add up. But still I did not let it get to me even though I wished she was jealous because everyone else seemed to be.

Now prior to this experience of me laying on the ground, knees and hands all skinned up from falling, my sister as I said, had promised not to let go. I wondered as I was laying there why I had trusted my sister on this matter. She had always been a tattle tail on me never wanted to help me or play with me. Why did I listen to her on this why? I should have know that my sister was eager to "help" me with my bike because she knew she would get to watch me fall to the ground.

As I got up and looked at her I saw the smile I recognized so much on my sister. This was the smile she got when I was in trouble or in pain due to something she had done to me. And then it all hit me why she hadn't been jealous when all of my friends had been why she had seemed happy for me to get the new bike. She was benefiting from it in her own way. That way being she was going to get to help me fall from my new beloved bike. What an evil sister I have. Though now that I know her intentions with me and my bike, I no longer let her be the teacher and I have gone to teaching myself how to ride this amazing bike.