Suggested Writing Assignment- Pg. 124
Taylor Thompson
24 September, 2012
Ms. Wright
English 111
I was thirteen years old sitting on the porch at my Grandmother’s house waiting on my friend, Shaye, to pick me up when my cousin, a loud 8 year old, yelled at me to come as fast as I could. Maybe it was the thirteen year old “I don’t play with younger kids” attitude that made me stay put in my seat for those few seconds because I got aggravated with him quickly but I got up and walked around the house to see what all the commotion was about anyway. With my hands on my hips, I asked him what in the world he wanted when I saw him trying to hobble up from on top of his bicycle. The scratches on his arms told me it had not been easy sailing. He looked like he was about to give up when I went over to him and took his hand and pulled him up from the ground. I hopped on the bicycle and told him to walk with me as I rode and watch carefully. His eyes got as big as a golf ball when he saw me go. I told him every trick and piece of advice my dad gave me when he taught me how to ride. We went down the street and back to my Grandmother’s for him to give it a try. He prolonged it and told me the only reason I could do it was because I was “big” and he is small so he could not do it.
To build up his confidence, I explained to him that the worst thing that was going to happen was that he would fall off the bicycle and onto the grass. Finally, he got up the courage to jump on the bicycle with me holding it steady. I walked close behind him and he rode that bicycle smooth across the ground. I could see the wheels start to wobble and his face start to droop down. I heard a loud sigh. I went behind him and held him steady when he put on the breaks to stop when he said “I’m done.” I told him what a good job he was doing and how it took me a whole day to get where he had gotten in 2 hours. This made him grin and he put all of his trust in me. Before I knew it he was peddling up and down the driveway for 15 minutes before he stopped. He told me thank you 100 times it seemed but the only thing going on in my mind was how thankful I was to have seen that I helped him out. Even though I am not his parent and only his cousin, he told me he couldn't wait until he was big so he can show his little one to ride a bicycle. As Shaye and her mom pulled into the driveway, I left knowing that he would have the advice I gave him to give away one day just like I had.
24 September, 2012
Ms. Wright
English 111
I was thirteen years old sitting on the porch at my Grandmother’s house waiting on my friend, Shaye, to pick me up when my cousin, a loud 8 year old, yelled at me to come as fast as I could. Maybe it was the thirteen year old “I don’t play with younger kids” attitude that made me stay put in my seat for those few seconds because I got aggravated with him quickly but I got up and walked around the house to see what all the commotion was about anyway. With my hands on my hips, I asked him what in the world he wanted when I saw him trying to hobble up from on top of his bicycle. The scratches on his arms told me it had not been easy sailing. He looked like he was about to give up when I went over to him and took his hand and pulled him up from the ground. I hopped on the bicycle and told him to walk with me as I rode and watch carefully. His eyes got as big as a golf ball when he saw me go. I told him every trick and piece of advice my dad gave me when he taught me how to ride. We went down the street and back to my Grandmother’s for him to give it a try. He prolonged it and told me the only reason I could do it was because I was “big” and he is small so he could not do it.
To build up his confidence, I explained to him that the worst thing that was going to happen was that he would fall off the bicycle and onto the grass. Finally, he got up the courage to jump on the bicycle with me holding it steady. I walked close behind him and he rode that bicycle smooth across the ground. I could see the wheels start to wobble and his face start to droop down. I heard a loud sigh. I went behind him and held him steady when he put on the breaks to stop when he said “I’m done.” I told him what a good job he was doing and how it took me a whole day to get where he had gotten in 2 hours. This made him grin and he put all of his trust in me. Before I knew it he was peddling up and down the driveway for 15 minutes before he stopped. He told me thank you 100 times it seemed but the only thing going on in my mind was how thankful I was to have seen that I helped him out. Even though I am not his parent and only his cousin, he told me he couldn't wait until he was big so he can show his little one to ride a bicycle. As Shaye and her mom pulled into the driveway, I left knowing that he would have the advice I gave him to give away one day just like I had.