In-Class Writing for Nov. 5

I've been riding ATVs since I was nine, maybe a year younger. So far, its been 7 or 8 years that I've been riding. It sounds like a long time, but it doesn't feel like it. When I was 14, I decided it was time for change and switch from a four-wheel ATV to a dirt bike. I talked to my dad about it, but he hasn't for it at first, but after a few discussions, he agreed to let me upgrade to a dirt bike. In February of 2009, I received a beautiful, lime green, 125cc Kawasaki dirt bike. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to use it right away, for I had nowhere to use it. A few weeks afterward, my dad took me up to Heber, Arizona for my first lesson. The weather was perfect. It wasn't too sunny and the most perfect breeze was blowing. Sadly, that all changed within 15 minutes. It began to get cloudy. The sun was gone and the wind had gotten a bit stronger. Sooner or later, it started to rain lightly. My dad asked if I still wanted to learn how to ride a dirt bike. I've waited three weeks, to ride it and I wasn't going to let a little wind and rain ruin that. It was easier than I thought. It was slippery and I fell once. Only once. I was proud that I only fell once. It was pretty painful, I'm not going to lie, but it was amazing. The fall wasn't amazing, being able to use a dirt bike was.