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Incident of falling off the bicycle in the park | essay for 9 year olds | Elijah Wee | Singapore

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.




            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.

If you like reading this essay, you may also like to read:
  1. Learning how to ride a bicycle
  2. Picnic in the Park


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 ... 

See you later!
Elijah Wee, Singapore

Photo credit: MShades / Foter.com / CC BY-ND

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