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I finally turned 15 years old! I wasn't sure what the day would bring,
so I rolled out of bed with more enthusiasm than usual to prepare for
school and... my birthday party! I floated through my classes as if in a
dream and let my mind wander, thinking about all of the possible
birthday surprises. When I got home, I was greeted by a brand new red
motorbike.
My dad and I have been riding mountain bikes and
motorbikes together for as long as I can remember, but before this bike,
I had never been able to ride beside my father as an equal. But getting
my own bike was that turning point. It was a coming of age gift, and my
father's acknowledgment that I was growing up.
The weekend after my
birthday my dad and I took our bikes to a place where we could ride.
That day I learned a lot in between the riding and falling and even some
breaking of motorbike parts. I can still remember the
look on my
dad's face the first time I started up my bike. Since then we have
shared something not many fathers and daughters are lucky enough to
have. I will be forever grateful for the bond between my dad and me, and
it is no surprise he feels the same way about me.