I remember 10 birthday, my father bought me a bike as a birthday present. Happy is happy, but the problem is that I can't ride. When my father found out, he taught me to ride a bike.
I pushed my bike out and sat in the car. Father grabbed the car behind me and pushed me away. Just when I was in high spirits, my father suddenly let go. I fell off my bike a little unbalanced. I hurt my knee and tears came out. I gently and carefully touched my knee and said: