Narrative poem

i was nine years old going to the park for a family picnic

very excited because it was a new park

i was taking my bike it was my first time riding out side the neighborhood 

i didn't now what to expect of the park

what if there weren't any places to ride bikes

the car ride seemed for very long i new it was far away from my house 

finally we got there i didn't see a playground area

i saw lots of roads and hills to ride bikes

everyone when there own way 

my parents started to fix the picnic 

i started walking around to see who i could find

i found my brother but he wasn't in a place to ride so i left

from a distance i saw my sister and she was riding her bike

taking her bike up this really big hill

i asked if i could go up she said the hill was to big for me

i denied it and insisted on going up the hill

i started to go up the hill very excited

i had to stop several ties to rest from pulling up my bike

i finally got to the top but realized i forgot my helmet and knee pads

i thought to my self i don't need them

she got mad at me for not listening

i didn't listen and said to myself i could do this

she told me to stay and she went down the hill

i started to prepare myself to go down hill

i was excited, determined and scared to go down

one more time i can do this

i started going down yelling happily

then started going faster and yelled terrified

i yelled really loud my parents turned to look

mu parents didn't now what to do my dad thought quickly to tackle me down

he waited till i was close to him so he could jump at me

he jumped at me and we landed on the floor i had only a 

little bit of bruises and him too