Freakishly Scary (for me anyway)

Friday, May 9Th 2008 my dad bought me a scooter. 

He bought it because I haven't seen him in years and I'm almost 16. It was his gift to me as if he was saying "I'm making it up to you." 

I decided to call my scooter Billy Bob Thorton Mackenzie. I don't know why I gave it that name, but I did. 

 The next day my mom, Guillermo (my mom's boyfriend) and I went up to the Luciernaga so I could practice for the very first time on Billy Bob Thorton Mackenzie. It is a wine red color and it is an Elite 125. I am afraid of it. It is bigger than me and much much heavier. 

 After being able to drive it in a parking lot, I came to the conclusion that I am afraid of cars, people walking in the street, bumps, holes, rocks, turning, stopping, falling and balancing on Billy Bob Thorton Mackenzie. 

 My mom bought me a helmet the next day to go with the glasses I "have to wear." I tried ridding in front of my house and around the neighborhood  by myself. This time, it was a lot harder because we have no streets and there are more holes and rocks. I tried to tell myself I could do it on my own and prove that I am not afraid and I'm not a total coward.

Riding around I come to a turn. I hate turns. I'm afraid of them. And just to make my life worse...a car comes in front of me (which I am also afraid of) and I stop really fast to let it go by. Unfortunately for me, I was stuck in a hole. That's not the worst part though. The worst part was that I was on a hill stuck in a hole. Plus, Billy Billy Bob Thorton Mackenzie was tilting way more then I can handle. I was so scared, I dropped the scooter. 

 I waited for someone to walk by and help me lift it off the ground, get it out of the hole and turn it around. So a guy finally did. I thanked him. 

 "It's ok. You were just afraid." he said not knowing what had happened, but I believed it was pretty obvious. 

 As I was on my way back home, there was a wind storm and I was in the middle of it. Since my streets aren't paved, there is dust flying in the air and I had to wait 15 minutes before I could see anything. When I finally got home, my hands were shaking. I was  really scared. It made me not want to have a scooter anymore. 

 I know I need to keep trying and I know I should conquer my fears. 

Although my mom is always happy to have her own scooter. 

           

   -Maya & Billy Bob Thorton Mackenzie