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Do you know how to ride a bike? If yes, do you remember who taught you how to ride one?
I learned to ride a bike when I was around 9 or 10 years old. It was also around that age when my parents bought me my very own bike. I used to borrow the bike of our neighbor and I was thrilled when my parents gave me my own.
My Dad taught me how to ride one and I have many wonderful memories of those times. I remember how excited I was every afternoon to ride my bike in our street. During weekends, my parents would sometimes bring my brother and I to the park where we can safely ride our bikes.
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