I published a post previously on "Learning how to ride a bicycle". Here is an essay on an incident which happened to a person who kinda got over-enthusiastic in riding his bicycle.
Gosh! What a harrowing experience! Be careful the next time you ride a bicycle, wherever you may be! I will also take note of this, seriously ...
Frank’s face lit up
as he cycled excitedly around the nearby park. It was refreshing after the
rain. The air was cool and the breeze
was most welcoming. Reaching the park, Frank could hear the joyous chirping of the birds. Frank
immediately then cycled into the park and down the rather steep slope. He beamed from ear to ear as he made his
way downhill. It was very reminiscent of
a ski ride. The park was crowded that Saturday afternoon. People were jogging,
strolling with their pet dogs. A lively
chatter from a family enjoying quality time together, and having a picnic
at the park rang through the air.
Relishing the rush of adrenalin, Frank pell-melled down the slope. Without
warning, he lost control of his bicycle and went speeding down the slope. A sickening thought flashed through his
mind with him falling off his bicycle at any moment and injuring himself.
He shuddered at the thought. Frank’s
face turned pale and his hands began shaking. He felt a cold sinking fear gripping him. Waves of panic seized Frank and his heart pounded furiously. He
tried to slow down by slamming hard on the brakes. Just as he gained control of
his bicycle, Frank was unfortunately flung off his bicycle.
Frank had grazed
his right knee when he lost his balance and fell down. Creased in pain, Frank winced as he held onto his injured right
knee. Grimacing in pain and bruised
and shaken, Frank sat on the cycling track, stunned by the unexpected fall.
Blood was oozing out of his cut.
At that
juncture, two passers-by passed by Frank. One of the passers-by was Frank’s
neighbour, Mr Lee. On seeing Frank in that state, the two passers-by helped
Frank to his feet. The other passer-by held Frank’s bicycle by the handle,
while Mr Lee took out a thick piece of cloth from his pocket and pressed hard on Frank’s gaping wound to
hopefully stop the bleeding. After that, Mr Lee tried to help Frank to his
feet. Held up by Mr Lee, Frank’s feet
initially wavered a little as he tried to take a few steps. A few moments
after Frank had rested, he felt alright again. Mr Lee and the other passer-by
decided to take Frank home to have a good rest. Reaching Frank’s home, Mr Lee
knocked on the door. After Mrs Jewel, Frank’s mother, opened it, Mr Lee and the
passer-by laid Frank onto his super-single bed before narrating to Mrs Jewel
how Frank had unfortunately injured himself as he fell off his bicycle.
After Mr
Lee and the other passer-by had departed, Mrs Jewel went to Frank’s room and ruffled Frank’s hair lovingly and
advised, “Next time, please be more alert especially when you are cycling
downhill.” Frank nodded shamefully and gave his mother a big hug. He felt
reassured that falling down was part of life.
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See you later!
Elijah Wee, Singapore
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