When I Got Burned on Dad’s Motorcycle
As I was going outside, I was a little nervous because I was going to ride on my dad’s motorcycle.
“Come on. Get up,” said my dad cheerfully.
“Okay,” I answered. But just as I was getting onto the seat, I burnt myself on one of the pipes!
“Ow!” I yelled as I started to cry.
“Are you all right?” asked my mom.
“No,” I answered.
“Come here,” said my mom. “Let’s take a look at that burn. It’s not so bad, but I don’t think you should go for a ride right now.”
I felt glad that my mom had said that.
“Aw, come on. It won’t hurt once we get going,” said my dad.
Then he picked me up and set me on the seat of the motorcycle.
“Dad, I’m not sure I want to go!” I said.
“Nonsense. It’ll be fun,” said my dad. And we took off.
I have to admit that during the ride, I started to laugh. My burn hardly hurt anymore. I wasn’t nervous and I had a great ride.
I’m really glad my dad convinced me to get on the motorcycle. If he hadn’t, I probably never would have gotten on it again. From that day on, I knew I would never give up after I got hurt. I would just get back up and try it again.
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