My favorite memory

If I could I would bottle up the day when I first learned how to ride a four-wheeler. It was on a sunny summer day and my dad asked "Hey Abb do you wanna go and finally learn how to ride a four-wheeler by yourself?'' I said ''Yeah!''  So my dad started the four-wheeler and then I put on my helmet and got in the front then my dad should where to push the gas and my dad said to put my thumb there so I did and it stared moving and I went a little to fast and my dad got mad. Which I don't blame him at all but when i started going all my family started yelling GO ABBEY they were so proud of me! But I was only 7 when I started riding but it made me feel great when my family  was proud of me. So that is my favorite memory.

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