Finally, I was able to join my friends going around the neighbourhood on my bike.
Another fond memory is the end-of-year concert held at the kindergarten.
As the days went by, however, I made friends easily in class and found company.
I became happy again and actually looked forward to leaving the house each morning.
I didn't want to be the one at fault if I dropped the ball and the play didn't succeed.
I did not want the responsibility of helping the team because I was too afraid of making a mistake.I still remember those days when I was learning to ride a bicycle.I fell and bruised myself several times but I never gave up.In the olden days if reading was not cultivated or encouraged, there was a substitute for it in the religious sermon and in the oral tradition.The practice of telling stories at bed time compensated to some extent for the lack of reading.Before my freshman year at [high-school], I was shy, had low self-esteem and turned away from seemingly impossible challenges. On the first day of freshman practice, the team warmed up with a game of touch football. However, during the game, I noticed that I didn't run as hard as I could, nor did I try to evade my defender and get open.The fact of the matter is that I really did not want to be thrown the ball.That aspect of my character led the first years of my high school life.I refrained from asking questions in class, afraid they might be considered too stupid or dumb by my classmates.There is yet another kind of reading -reading for pleasure.Though serious reading is also a source of pleasure, reading which is devoted mainly to it differs in one respect. "maketh a full man: conference a ready man: and writing an exact man".