A Little Pink Bicycle

Hello....
Now in my blog I want to tell you about a little pink bicycle. It was my bicycle when I was a young girl. I hope all of you like my story. Okey I'll tell it to you.

About 15 years ago, when I was 4 years old, my parents and I lived in my grandfather house in Jambon Legok. I was happy to lived there because I had many friends. Some of them were Ria, Gita, Rika, Helena, Evelyn, Vonny, Bima, Rudi, and Ivan. Every day after I went home from school my mother always asked me to take a nap, after I got up I pleyed with them.

Someday when we played together Helena and her little sister Evelyn brought their new bicycle. All of us interested with it. After that, one by one, all of my friends had bicycles.

One day, my friends invited me to played in the field near a mosque. All of them brought their bicycles. Just me who didn't bring a bicycle because I didn't have it. I felt sad, so my best friend Ria lent her bicycle to me. Because I couldn't ride it, so I just took it around the field. After I finished it, I went home. Arrived at home, I cried in front of my parents. Then I said that I wanted to have a bicycle liked all of my friends. But, at that time they said that they didn't have enough money to buy it. I didn't care about it because I still too young to understand about their financial problem. But my father promised to me, if I studied diligently and prayed to God, he would buy it for me. After heard about that I felt so happy. And I would do what he had said to me.

After two weeks letter, my parents bought a little pink bicycle for me. Pink was my favorite color. I surprised when I saw it, and I was so happy.

And then after my father went home from his office, he always teached me how to ride a bicycle. When I tried to ride it, I often fell down for many times, and I cried because it was so hurt. I ever fell down in a ditch too. How shamed I am. But, every times when I was criying, my father always said to me that I must be strong and never gave up.

Finally, I could ride my bicycle together with all my friends. I was so happy, so very happy.

And, do you know ???

Until this time, my little pink bicycle still there, but in my cousin house, because I can't use it again, so I gave it to him because he still a young boy, so he can use it.

I'll never forget about my little pink bicycle.

Okey, this is the end of my story.

Bye bye......