When I was a young boy of six, I lived with my grandparents in the country and my grandfather had a bicycle. Because of my grandfather's worry about my possible hurt by riding the bicycle, I wasn't 1 to ride it. However, the big bicycle interested me greatly.
One day, I got on it and rode away. Back then, I was 2 enough —I didn't know what fear was—and loved to try new things.
Slowly I rode the bicycle along a road up the small hill behind our village. When I got to the top, I stopped. And then I decided to ride down the hill. In my opinion, it would be very exciting riding down the hill. Back then I had no idea of 3 and all I knew was the accident I would have.
I turned around. As I was going down the hill, the pedals (脚踏板）were 4 faster and faster and I could no longer keep up with the round moving of them. I was beaten each time the pedals passed my feet. Soon I was getting near the end of my ride and I knew I must 5 the bike. I thought first I must stop the pedals from turning. But how? I made a failed try to stop the pedals by putting my leg straight. When the end was coming nearer, I 6 stopped the pedals and was thrown away from the bicycle. What a terrible way to stop! I did stop the bicycle. However, I paid the cost—I had to be in the hospital for a month. Then was told that bicycles had brakes (刹车).
Now I still 7 the excitement the riding brought me. Thanks to this experience, I learned the 8 of "easy bravery". That is a lesson that can never be replaced (取代) by those got from other people.
