Riding a bike
“Steady… steady” *crash*. My brain tells me to keep going. 
One of the main parts of riding a bike is persevering because you're going to fall and get cuts and bruises but eventually you’ll be able to do tricks. But it doesn’t just come, you have to try again until you get it.

I’m now 11 but started riding a bike when I was six. I didn’t have the widest space to turn and I would always fall on to a fence. But the one thing I did was persevere and I'm now a MASTER! Okay… not a master but I'm pretty good.

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